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Home Sweet Home
I was raised in these walls,
and I grew accustomed to them.
It is where I feel the safest,
and the most comfortale.
I laugh with my family and we are open.
I start to lie on the ground
and roll in good spirits-
NO! Desist!
I tell myself.
No one told me not to.
I do not roll,
I lose that joy.
I have a song stuck in my head,
and I want so badly to sin it-
NO! Be silent!
I tell myself.
Why?
I'm always told it's alright to,
but now the song is lost.
I feel uncomfortable and judged,
my actions are carefully made,
caution always in mind.
I fear my own home,
I fear judgment.
Judgment of what?
Being myself?
Or because I was raised this way?
I was told to express myself,
that reckless excitement is the key to joy!
And yet,
I fear.
I fear judgment,
and I fear intolerance.
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