This neighborhood is pretty.
All the houses in a neat order.
All the houses are perfect.
But down the street just 4 blocks away.
There's a broken down shack.
I live there that is my home.
My home is loud and quite ugly.
The residents aren't much better.
For example..
An ugly boy.
A tormented child.
A broken son.
An abuser.
And a scary man.
My house is a collection of broken dreams
My house is a collection of broken people.
