i need to be studying!

There seems to be a loss of words
A loss of things wish to be heard
A loss of me, I left behind
But now decide I wish to find
Dear city, I’m sorry, I no longer despise
You’re a comfort compared to my latest demise
I spent so long dejected, affected
I think maybe I wanted to be so infected

What tragedy!…my writing, so melodramatic
Woe is me! Woe is me! And elaborated thematics
I wrote so much about wanting a home
but maybe, perhaps, I’m destined to roam.
So what, so I write about how I’m not strong
But maybe, I think, its okay not to belong.
‘I’m homeless’, I’d cry, but now to my chagrin
I’ve a lot to write now, I like not fitting in.