this body ain’t home
every room feels loud.
like i’m a whisper
in a world of screams.
i try to laugh right,
talk right,
be right—
but nothing fits.
it’s like wearing skin
that don’t belong to me.
like breathing in
and still choking.
maybe i’m not meant
to belong anywhere.
maybe i’m the ghost
in everyone’s story.
here,
but never really here.
loved,
but never really held.












