Home

Away from home, I’m heard, I’m seen,

Complimented, wanted—like I’ve always dreamed.

The words come easy, soft and kind,

A place where my heart can truly unwind.

But at home, I’m a burden, a constant sigh,

A nagger, a pain, too much to try.

Your patience wears thin, your eyes turn cold,

And I’m left in silence, feeling too bold.

I give and give, but it’s never enough,

And in your eyes, I’m just too tough.

The love I seek, the praise I crave,

Seems a distant shore, no way to save.

Why am I one thing here, and something else there?

A stranger with you, a friend in the air.

Away, I am cherished, my worth understood,

At home, I’m a shadow, misunderstood.

But still, I stay, I linger, I fight,

Hoping one day to make it right.

For the love I seek isn’t just in your glance—

It’s in the quiet hope that I’ll have a chance.