Noun

Moved by people stranded in places searching for things

Heart heavy, mind clouded and filled with false fantasies, named fear

Time jump often back to when life was more serene, longing for the old, and afraid to embrace the new

Hiding in my place of crowded solitude, who am I, a person, a place or a thing?

You come to me for comfort, but comfort me not, I am here for you, when I need something your not.

I told you what I needed to be recharged, but you gave me some BS line about that's not who you are.

I left home because I was misunderstood, and verbally abused, here you are, my friend, and whenever I leave your presence I feel dirty and used.

Am I a person place or thing?

How do you see me, I know I am a person but it seems to me like you got me confused. You treat me like your refuge so you must think I am a place for you to run too.

No, you think I am a thing that you can toss to and fro whenever it suits you. You want me to make you smile often, but the smile is flipped into a frown whenever I leave you.

I got it, I finally get it.

To you, I am a noun!