Finding Home

My mind is filled with fear

like a young child laying in the dark.

My eyes to dry shed a tear

but they slide down like rain making its mark.

Things don’t add up

like they do in math class

and I’m foced to come across tough

like a thick pane of glass.

Home is no longer safe inside

and neither is my mind.

I’m lost in this corrupted space

like an astronaut on the moon

hurt by someone’s hand

but my face will heal soon.

I wish to run till the end of time

but time runs on and on again.

I guess I’ll be fine if I just pretend.