Where do I go to hide?

Why did I come home?

Honestly it's been long since I was last here

Had almost, almost started missing this place

But honestly, no, I did not miss the fights.

I did not miss the aggressiveness

I did not miss the mockery, the taunts

I did not miss them belittling me

I did not miss them dismissing me

Maybe it was the privacy that I missed

Maybe it was the evening tea

Or perhaps the early morning cold milk

Or proabably the study routine?

But now I think I miss what I thought was a cage

I think I mistook this house as freedom

Freedom is not in walls, not in confinement

It is not in getting used to something so much that it no longer bothers you

It is not in being adaptive to all environment and keeping yourself from complaining to appear unpromblematic

Everywhere I go I think I miss my freedom

Something I haven't had, yet I long for it.