Homesick

This place is dark, unwelcoming and cold
Full of loud noises and polluted smells
Crowded buses and busy streets
A strange kind of man-made hell

Concrete desert of strange faces
Staring eyes that silently cry for more
Forced for whatever reason
To endure the pain of this growing sore

It was not my choice to move away
Not my fault this was the only way to go
If I could choose, I'd go back in an instant
To the familiar places and people I know

500,000 people but am I the only one?