Sometimes, I'm being called FAKE.
Other times, I'm tagged as a FOOL.
A boring weirdo, a MISTAKE.
Yes, maybe I'm wrong, and you're TRUE.
Maybe I should try to play COOL.
You still call me a sick loser, a DUMP.
I'd never say a word to you or call you GRUMP.
Without even realizing it, I'd accept IT.
Because you are a parent, a lover, a FRIEND!
Shouldn't you be my supporter till the very END?
And when I'm asked to write about HOME.
I think of where to go with no REGRET.
And when writing like light, gives me HOPE,
I think of words I'd never FORGET.