HOME IS HOME

All my life,
I've been blinded by people I call my friends.
All my time,
I spent on my family that never wanted me.
Or maybe I'm being mistaken.
Maybe I wasn't birthed, I was just taken.
Burning smoked air, send cuts to my eyes.
Hurting parts, tear away in my heart.
I leave my home city where things fall apart.
Wandering in the middle of nowhere,
To find and search.
As I Journed to the end of the world.
All I could hear is wailings and screaming,
Killing me loud.
It's sound, stabbing my ears of torrent pains.
My mind, unable to accept such alien terran.
This time, no golden ball is hanged above in the realm of endless sight.
No magnificent Stone in the night,
Where my Journey ended.
I must burst from these noises,
Tearing off my skin.
What misdeed have I committed?
To land in a world where no man is seen?
Where am I from?
Why did I leave home?
When home is home?