Home.
Home is where I think.
Home is where care surrounds everyone who steps in it.
Home is where I can go when I have nowhere else to.
Home is my best friend. When I fight, I come home. When I am mad, I come home. When I am happy. I come home.
It is not just a house, it is my mom and my dad and all of my family.
It is the safety to the outside world because these walls are my guardians. These walls are my castle where I permit who comes in.
These walls are my home.

My home isn't all good though.
We fight and we argue.
We live through the silence that fills the night.
Home is a neutral place where anything can happen.
The walls cave in on me when I am in a bad mood,
and they open up when I am in a good one.
My house is like my sanctuary, it is the safest place in the world.
I walk into the smell of laundry and laughter and love.
My house is like a best friend. It gives me somewhere to go,
surrounds everyone with care, and lets me think.
It is my Home.