Background: I don't like this one as much. I forgot when I wrote it, 2017 probably. It's another of my first poems and I focus too much on making it rhyme. 

WARNINGS: depression, anxiety, mental illness/disorder 

There was a girl

She lived in a house

She had two sisters 

And a cat named after a mouse 

She had a good family 

She had a good life 

But inside she was broken 

Her thoughts caused her strife 

The girl wore a mask

She wore it everyday 

She said that she was fine 

She said she was okay

Yet late inside her room

When she was all alone 

She cried herself to sleep

She wanted to go home 

But how can one go home

When one is already there

Tucked into their bed 

Safe beyond compare 

I do not have an answer 

For I wonder much the same

The house where I live is not my home 

And for that I feel ashamed 

Even as I ponder 

I've figured out my plight 

A house does not make a home 

And that is quite alright 

People make a home 

A safety net in which to fall

From the loving arms of family

We all eventually must crawl 

There was a girl 

Who felt she had lost her home 

But love and grace reminded her 

She didn't need to roam 

Her parents arms enveloped her 

The girl began to mend 

Family healed the open wound

And brought us to the end