Emo poem, anyone?

[Cheveyo Kitchi]

( This really isn't THAT emo, but I wrote it when I was feeling really down and angry at the world...it got accepted into my school's Literary Magazine, though, so I guess it's OK. Tell me what you think...? )

THIS IS NOT MY HOME

by liv.

i live in a world full of strangers
in a sea of unfamiliar and unforgiving faces
in a place i can’t call home because what home would be so inhospitable?
the water is black, the air is rancid
the people don’t care about consequences or punishments
it’s just doing what sounds like it’s worth doing
when in reality, it’s not.

but what is reality?
does it even exist?
i find no realism in an alien place like this
only the realistic sound of my own heart beating
and my own chest heaving
and my own thoughts racing
and my own feet aching with every step i take on the road to nowhere

if this is my home
then where is my family?
sisters?
brothers?
dear old mom and dad?
where are the walls?
the roof?
the windows?
isn’t that what a home looks like?

a home isn’t crumbling foundations and ruined furniture.
a home isn’t polluted water and contaminated food.
a home isn’t filled with people who hate you
nay, despise you.
a home isn’t a war ground or a battle station
a wrestling ring or a crowded bar
it’s a place where people go to feel safe.

i don’t feel safe here.
i don’t feel like I belong here.
the walls are tumbling down and the sky is turning red and i feel so alone because

this is not my home.
this is not my home.
this is not my home.

and it isn’t yours, either.