The way back

I need to go home, to my quiet room, away from the faces of fake people, I do not want anyone anymore, I do not want anything, I just want myself, I need to go back like I was, without being affected without being part of This sick and ugly world, Every day passes, ask myself, why did I do all this to myself, why did I go out into this world and to those people who change every day, everything here is fake, Lying fills their hearts, they smiling yellow smiles, without feeling, I do not want to be part of this society and I do not want to be here I just want to go home, I want to go to my room, go back to my own world that no one dares to enter. It's been a few days since I decided to get out of my room, but I feel that these few days have turned into many years, and may not end, I am here in this fake world forever, but where is the way back now, I do not know where it is, my mind has lost many things I no longer remember anything that could go back to my house again. It was as if I had an accident that lost my memory,I do not want to be here, I do not want anything, I just want to go home, but where is my home?