Orphan

I'm laying on the floor in the middle of the orphanage, deep in thoughts thinking why can't I have a home just a four wall house with few rooms maybe a cat and a fire plays. maybe then I won't get bullied, maybe then I will get love. maybe then I will have a mom that loves me, and a dad who's alive... eyes full of tears, tears start to roll down my cheeks. I guess home isn't meant for me.. 10/24/23 (it's just a poem, I'm not an orphan, I wrote what was on my mind)