Leaving Home

My bag is packed
I'm walking out the door
My strength has cracked
I don't know what I'm here for...

These streets are lonely
In the middle of night
Oh, but if only
I knew how to make my life right

If i knew how to be family
If i knew how to cry
Then this wouldn't be happening
I wouldn't want to die

The problem was i was myself
I wasn't who you wanted me to be
And it's not too hard to tell
That i don't want to be anyone but me

I'm still very young
How can i make dreams come true
If these words are stuck on my tongue
And now i don't know what to do

Maybe i was a mistake?
I know i can't stay home
Disrespect is too much to take
I think I'm better off alone

My night light is the moon
My bed is this dirty street
I'll wake up away before noon
Then try to find something to eat

Who would want to keep me
If my own family doesn't
I tried to act perfectly
But that was something i wasn't

So here's to the nighttime
Here's to finding a new life
The only thing i got is this poem and a rhyme
So lets try to make this right