Page 1, Your perception changes a lot as you get older. That would be the theme of this one, folks. This is actually a little old... I wrote it in February and for whatever reason, it never got published on here. So here you go. I think it's worth a read.

Home is the best place a girl could be.

Yes, home is all that's protecting me.

My family is there to comfort my every thought and fear,

Saying "Don't worry child because we're all right here."

Home is where I can hide away.
Yes, home seems like a rather nice place to stay.
All the things that make me cry cannot reach me inside,
No matter how hard they may try.

Home is getting really strange these days.
Yes, home is an awkward place to stay.
Mom and Dad are arguing and they think I cannot hear.
I wish I could catch my mother's tears.

Home is getting worse as Christmas comes.

At home, the trouble has just begun.
Now Mommy wants to run away to find a brand new love.

We could use some help from above.

Home has become one tense place to live.

At home, Dad tries his hardest to forgive,
But anger takes control of every emotion that he owns.

My God, I just feel so alone.

Home is now a vacant space to me.
No, home is not a gleeful place to be.

I have become scared of what goes on behind closed doors.

There just has to be something more.

Home is not the place I want to stay.
Dear home, I fear I must now run away.
I'll walk to my old friend's house that lives almost a mile away.

Hopefully she will let me stay.

At home, I find myself in pools of tears.
Nowhere to go, but I surely can't stay here.

Overdramatic system made my best friends turn their cheeks.

My future's surely looking meek.

Home, I'm begging you today—

Make Mom and Dad put their cruelties away.
God, how I miss those good old days where I found comfort here.

Now it just simply isn't near.

Yes, I have everything to fear.

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