I dream in blatant color
Yet I don’t know where I am.
In the morning, I wake up crying.
I don’t want to remember the pain
Or think of the faces in the dream.
Or hear the harsh tones.
Where can I go from here?
Wake up, start the day.
Jolt back into reality with the cold.
They say home is where the heart is
My heart is torn in three.
Where then is My home?
