They say there's no place like home,

I've never felt at home, even in the mist of my loved ones,

I don't think I'll ever know what it feels like.

I'm living with strangers,

Who know nothing about me.

Their idea of who I am as a person is misinterpreted,

They don't know what my favorite colour is,

Or what I do in my spare time,

It's little details like these that count.

It shows the love and care we have for each other,

It shows how relevant that person is in our life.

I may not know what home feels like,

But I have an idea of how it should be.