Im sitting here,
My mum over there.
We never seem to talk anymore,
She never seems to care.
Im on the computer,
She's watching 'Friends'.
I laugh along with her,
But she doesnt look back, and smile.
I write to my friends,
They write back.
We talk and joke,
But its not the same.
I live here, I think its home,
Doesnt feel like it is.
No-one cares,
Or even loves me.
Its called home,
Its more like a house.
I live here, But not fully,
Its like a shelter,
Of Lonliness and Independence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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