What Home Really Means

My home is more than just a home, It’s a safe space, which is sort of like Rome, Not because it’s like a sunray, But because it wasn’t built in a day. Nothing could make me love it less, Even when it turns to a total mess, There’s always either yelling or laughter, Which is usually just stupid banter. Sometimes it’s quiet and sometimes it’s loud, Sometimes someone does something that’s not allowed, Sometimes it’s chaos and sometimes there’sit’s silence, Sometimes my brother will ruin the calm ambience. Though home isn’t always silent, It will always be very reliant, If I don’t know where to go, I’ll just go home because I say so.