Finally Free

Days pass and all I can think is,
'When will I be free, finally free?'
I long to leave this place I call a home,
A place I don't care to remember.

The people here don't care.
They bitch, they whine, and they abuse.
They are gone all the time, they work too much, and they simply don't care.
The people in this house are oblivious and just try to block it all out.

But what about me, how to do I fit in?
How do I add my own tinge of worthlessness to this "home"?
Me? I am worse than all of them put together.
I am worse than them, because I know how fucked up we are, and I face that reality with a grim outlook.

Years pass and all I can think is,
'When will I be free, finally free'?
I long to leave this place I call a home,
A place I'll never be able to forget.