Homesick

You never asked me about my days while I was away.
When I told you stories you kept yourself busy and distracted.
You never welcomed me home or called to see when I would be back.
I was suprised how easily I fit in with their family and how hard it is to come back home.
But lying in bed those 9 long nights, I couldn't tell you why, but I sometimes ached for the awful way you make me feel.
Even though you do everything to make me feel like I don't belong, for some reason I do.