Soldiers

I want to go home,
Wherever home is.
I just don’t belong here,
Wherever here isn’t.
I want to be left alone
Completely, or loved abundantly.
Ignored for what I’m not,
And respected for what I am.
No in between,
No glass half full
Of hidden agendas,
That sour to the taste
When drunk too fast.
No billy-goat trails,
Or hidden passages,
That lead me in circles,
In search of phantoms.
I want to go home
So badly it hurts,
And never return
To where here isn’t.

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