Doesn't feel like home

Wrote some incomplete stories and left my lines in a blank Always felt that though I did my best I always got the last rank The screaming around me got so loud I couldn't even hear myself when I shout It feels like something inside of me died The tears don't even wanna fall even if I cried It's strange how I get caught in flame But then I am still to blame Even though I wrote poem called it was not your fault But my wounds still burn like I just rubbed salt But I don't blame anybody After all what if being kind was a hobby You don't feel the guilt because you're not me