Home Sick

My pride won't let me cry

And my stubbornness won't let me admit the truth,

It's sad when one is in denial

But more painful when you can see the proof,

The heart was designed for many things

Except for this kind of pain;

The memories are as fresh as yesterday

And the voices just won't go away,

'Make us proud', they said

'Become the man we know you can be'

In your days and your ways

Remember the first rule of wisdom,

Remember where your strength stems from,

All these words have always been with me

Until that day I thought I found my freedom,

That day when they all knew my name

Yet they didn't know where I came from,

The day she became the object of my fantasy

And not the objective of love,

That's the day I got lost in this bright dark city,

And now,,,

Now I am Home sick!