Have you ever wanted to sit down and cry, but you can't let it get in your way, so you rinse your face with cool water and carry on with your day?

Do you avoid getting close to people, because you know it'll end up sore, so you lay awake alone at night wishing you had more?

Do you have those times that you're thankful for the peace and quiet of your own, or are more times spent on wishing that you didn't have to do it alone?

When you wake every day, do you put on your straight face to convince them that you're fine? You smile and laugh often enough to keep up with that lie?

Do you question if maybe it's not a lie, and everything is alright? Out of the lessons you've learned you just have yet to be content with your life?

And every time you tell yourself, you're sure there has to be more, you shove it quickly to the back of your mind, to where it was before.

Because first of all you know, dreams interfere with life, and you can't really have it all, until you know how to survive.

If any of that is true, please know you're not alone, coming from this girl, who has yet to find her home.