Poetry (if i know you in real life, dont read)

This is home. 2

Many trees

Soaring above

I was a bad person there

So now I'm here

A silly thing I beleive

Is I was a god

Or that a king

I feel as if I'm being punished down here

Cause when I look up I feel despair

To see your home but not quite reach it

To feel alone

With every breath

Is hard to deal with

There's lots of stress

But with good behavior

I am rewarded

And I beleive you are it

I do miss home...

Or what I beleive home to be

With all my heart to be Is this a silly day dream or a reality