Sometimes a home may feel like a prison
A chain that wraps around your ankle and binds you to your family
Nothing can break such a powerful chain
Enforced by love and hate
Protect them, protect yourself
Hold your tears in or bear the burden they bring
A mark on your cheek is a scratch on your soul
The spit in your face is a flood of emotions
A screaming, yelling, in your ear no longer brings a headache
The punches thrown no longer leave a searing pain
Blood that falls from your wounds no longer make you faint
He took your home, your love, your family
Not even your soul was spared
He clawed his way into your hearts
Then tore you down from inside
They cry and weep for your help
But you’re no longer one of them
You join your father in the fun
A punch to her a smack to him
A mother cries from a simple phrase
You laugh along his side
As you walk the path he’s shown you
A mark on your cheek is a scratch on your soul
The spit in your face is a flood of emotions
A screaming, yelling, in your ear no longer brings a headache
The punches thrown no longer leave a searing pain
Blood that falls from your wounds no longer make you faint
But you’re no longer one of them
You join your father in the fun
A punch to her a smack to him
A mother cries from a simple phrase
You laugh along his side
As you walk the path he’s shown you
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