home is where your heart is

i'm cornered inside a house where i'm disliked.
i'm not used to that.
and i never will be.
i miss mommy never really being there but always being there.
i miss hearing "i love you" before i go to school. now i just get awkward glares.
i miss my green walls, my ocean-like bed, the snow up to my window, my mommy's christmas decorations.
i don't feel homesick, but i want to go home.

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