Packing up and leaving home
Leaving everything I've ever known
New people, new faces
New creeds, new races
Will I stand out like a sore thumb?
Or blend into the background muted and dumb?
Will I miss my home? Will I run for the door?
Or will it eventually feel like it's not my home anymore?
I can bring trinkets and baubles and photos with frames
I can bring books and posters and my favourite games
But I can't bring the memories or the feelings I had
I can't see my best friend every time I feel sad
I hate the fact that I need help
I can't stand my incompetence, I can't stand myself
Is it so bad to want to stay at home?
Is it so bad to not want to be alone?
Is it so bad
Is it so awful
That I need to break free,
That I want to leave?