A PLACE TO CALL HOME

my teal colored walls
don't feel the same
the mattress doesn't
feel comfortable to lay
in anymore
claustrophobia keeps
drowning my sorrows
and the packed boxes
scattered across my attic
floor remind me too much
of the change I'm going about
and my head spins
as it cries on days and nights
it begs for me to understand
that I still haven't
found my place to call home
but you don't even know what
a home is supposed to feel like.
for this old house
brought memories of
schizophrenic episodes
and nightmares of freshman year
also the amount of fights
between my father and mother
I've had to step into
and this new home will
just remind me of how much
it really hurts starting over
and how much longer I'll be
sober.