"Down" Home

It's hard being home. When I'm away I feel free. Free to think my own thoughts, free to act the way I want, talk to whom I want, do the things I want, go where I want. I can live without judgement, without worry, without criticism, without deceptions, without sadness.

I can dream my dreams and not care what other people think or want. My dreams are mine.

I am free.

Being home I have to think what's important to other people, do what other people want, live how other people want me to. It's not easy living up to other peoples expectations and yet knowing any deviation and I fall short. I am selfish. My soul is at risk.

This is what I chose, this is the path I took, I give up one for another.

This is the sacrifice.

I am emptied to fill up others.

I give up, Me.

I am no longer here. I am no longer there.

I am no longer me.