Home

Home.

At home, 
I don't need to pull up a cover,
I don't need to wear something eccentric,
I don't need to have my guard up,
I know where to go,
When to turn.
Which places to roam,
And I feel safe.

I'd go out wearing nothing but a black robe,
A puffy face without make up,
Sometimes not even taking a bath.

Because it is my home.
My hometown.
I'd know who to turn when I'm in trouble.

I know them by heart.
I know them because I lived here my life.
I know because I'd come back whenever things could go wrong.

Home.

I'd run away from every hellhole they throw me at,

And I'll come home,

Bruises,

Wounded,

Half dead even.

I'll come home.