Home

Thrown away,
Placed on display,
For all the world to see,
We couldn't stay,
We had to find home.

Thick wooded walls,
Safe and warm,
The stalls painted red,
With blood of our own,
This isn't our home.

Eyes on us,
Judgement, judgment,
Is passed,
It all went by too fast.

The people who refuse to respect us,
Our lives Guilted,
By those who dont believe what we do,
The world is tilted.

We end up being alone,
Looking, searching,
When we just want
A place worthy of being called

Home.