My Home

Safe with my inner circle,

Confident around the vehicle, 

Judgments over, 

With the kind people over.

I don't need your powder or power.

I smell the soft flowers. 

Hanging out with kindness, 

Feeling the happiness,

The trust you gain takes time. 

Remembering your lines, 

Home is pure gold, 

It is hard to let it fold.

The hangouts make me feel pretty. 

Home, the bed you sleep in makes it prettier.

Home, walking like no one cares. 

Feeling fair, with a smile on your face. 

The writer is a student at Grace International School.