Homeless girl, that is me.

This house is not my home,
you’ve made this very known.
This house was bought for HER, or THEM,
which ever you may prefer.

I find their things throughout this house.
Yes, this house is not my home.
It was not intended for me to be.
You’ve made this very known.

No walls for me to paint,
No decorating of mine can be placed.
Just old memories of HER or THEM in this place.

A homeless girl that is me. Even within these four walls.
I want a home not a house. I want something for me.
That I may express who I am to be.

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