In A House

DeMaiste
1 min readAug 19, 2019

yet homeless.
They promise me their love.
I feel it in their hooks and chains,
I feel it in their drugs.

Hobbies, selfish.
Expression, waste of time.
Identity? Unheard of.
I am what they define.

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DeMaiste

Someday I'll put author in my profession instead of writer in my hobbies