If you need someone to
listen to your tears,
I am not that someone.
If you need someone to
hold your hand while
you fall,
I am not that someone.
If you need someone
to fight for your
honor,
I am not that someone.
I am that someone who
will teach you to be
on your own
for I might not be there
when the trouble calls.
In my home, in my room,
at times, I feel as a stranger.
I remember feeling home
last time I put my head on her
thighs and heard an old
man scream “that is wrong”.
But I always thought to
myself that I might be wrong,
she is not my home and
my doubt killed her.
