I push through the door
The warm air of home
Rushes around me
Welcomes me in a hug
Breathe a sigh of relief
Home is safe, comforting
I am the real me here
I can start the day over
Erase the girl with the perfect
Clothes, hair, and smile
Bathe myself in the things I love
I come clean, taking off the mask
I am washed white
No marks on me
Put there by the scorn
And words of others
Sometimes words do hurt
They mar my view of myself
Coloring my soul in shades
Of darkest shadow
But here I can relax
The shadows are chased away
By the warm light of home
Until my soul is white

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