home?

I never really cared on my Parents said come home as time for "dinner." Because it didn't feel like home. They say homeless, but if I'm broken hearted, does that make me homeless or heartless? They say your truth come from the heart, and if it's not your heart, then it's not your truth, so if it's not from my heart, does it mean I'm lying? The world looks so crooked that my eyes burn like fire they tremble in the cry, and nothing is clear. There's people telling me who and what to be, it happens so often it's so loud and annoying I could fill my ears with cotton muffle them with headphones but the ringing of those voices never go away. So where is my home? It starts with you. You have my heart. You know my truth. But my face is always flipping like like emojis. crying, smiling, anxious, nervous, depressed, etc... when I was with you, I was always smiling, but without you, I never stopped crying. I hate those insipid little pictures, and I hate how the world puts a filter on everybody. where is my home?