I know what you mean...I remember the end of camp this summer, thinking "How can I go home? How the hell can I go back to all that, all the $%#& waiting for me when I get there? but I can't stay here, not with these people, not with the violence the drama the hatred..." I was so scared to go home...here I had finally gotten myself together, gotten my mind back in enough order to function...umm yeah, you get the idea...and then having to leave, go back to the place that started it all, where no one notices anything, where I totally lost it last time... Before camp, I was a mess...by the end of camp I was at least semi-ok...then I got home and in less than two weeks was more f$% #d up than I had ever been...

Your poems are so amazing, sometimes I'm not sure I want to go home.