Not My Home

This used to be our house.

This used to be our home.

Now I feel like a mouse

Trying to atone.

I scurry left

I scurry right

Searching for the light

You give me hope

But oh god nope

Is it false?

Why is my brain

Stuck on this train

Of thought that brings me down

I can’t block out the noise

So I lay awake

I do not bake

In the hope

That I am worthy

Of your love

That you say does not exist

Will it ever return

Or am I just destined to burn