You tell me

This house is not a home,
this is a place with conflict
with drama with pain
yelling and baggage 
where the past is present and the present is not here,
where lies are truths
wrongs are right and right is wrong
this place is broken and torn
where love is a word used often without feeling
where sorry's are candy handed out at everything
and please and thank you's are scarcely found
where a smile is just a hidden frown
here it is possible to drown in your tears
to hide and live in your fears
where you can get stabbed by pain 
here you may be but no one care about you or me
where reactions no matter the type is good in everyone's mind
it is all worth it to satisfy the evil in their eyes
this house is not a home
this house is broken like the people inside 
this house is a foundation
hidden within the walls 
are lies and pains
this house is hell
one day though i will break through the walls
the layers of pain
and with my freedom i will never look back
after the first steps come the rest of my life
and with my life i will never look back
then the past will be the past
and the future will be real
and my life will be mine
this house will remain broken
but i will be fixed....... 









words just fell onto the paper, along with tears, hate and anger, this is a good poem in my eyes one i will keep and remember for many years to come..