I don't go home

I don't go home

When the final bell rings, students are expected to leave.
All the kids laugh and cheer with glee as they go home.
At home, they spread their wings into whatever they want it to be.
They live life without fear,
Without judgement,
Without worry.
I don't go home.
Home is where the depression hits.
Home is where I feel trapped in my own soul,
Trapped by the loneliness within.

So when the final bell rings, I stay behind.
I walk the halls with a smile on my face,
Not because I am happy but because I am more than the demons that haunt me.
I leave my wings locked away where they are safe.
If I fly, I will fall.
If I fall, I will be gone,
Gone forever.

Yet, as I type these words ever so slightly,
I am in the comfort of my own home.
I am locked away with the brain of soulful writer.
Though,
Sometimes it makes me wonder...

What if I didn't go home?