Homeless

I have a bed.
It fits me fairly well and has many blankets to keep me warm at night.
It lets me sleep in relative comfort;
most of the time.
Though, it doesn't feel quite right.

I have a house.
It's not mine, but I live there.
It harbors both me and others.
We generally get along.
The furniture within is comfortable.
The windows open smoothly to allow for fresh air.
A fridge of food is always full with fixin's fit for a feast.
But still.. It doesn't feel right.

I have a family.
Large and varied, with ups and downs.
All ages and a wide degree of temperaments.
We love each other, as families do;
with laughing, teasing, and fighting too.
They fit.. But I don't feel quite right.

Do I belong here?