Me/Not Me

'Home' was where I could not think,
for being told what to say, and talked over.

My thoughts were what adults said they were.
I could not say what I saw for what it was,
though my home was still a place-but one
where I lived with constant mislabelling.

It was natural that life seemed hard there,
and leaving difficult. Saying which was worst
-staying or leaving-was impossible.
I need not have worried about that choice.

When I left the place it stayed with me,
and for far longer than I thought healthy as well.

Long as the tunnel seems,
there is light,
and it could be an exit.....