Staying Home

Am I brave for staying home?

Am I a coward for giving up?

What does that say about me?

I’m not having the best of luck?

If there’s no right option?

I don’t like my small town

It seems like not many people do either

I’m not sure what it’ll take me to stay

I’m ready to leave, tell me when and I’ll be on my way

Who does that make me?

Who do I think I am?

Or should I say

Who you think you are, for wanting to leave?

I’m reminded every time

I open my phone

Or turn on my computer

That I’m on my own

With every decision I make

Time passes by, whilst I watch life

New friends, new jobs, new partners, new dogs

and the same old me

Who can’t move on