Head of the family
He will always be
Follow his command
If you don't want a mess
Lower your pride,
And hide your emotions
With those fake smiles
Don't make it obvious
Or you will be questioned
In this gloomy house
He thinks everything is fine
But arguments are everywhere
I am used to it I swear
Everything's under control
No, everything is under his control
Control your anger,
if you don't want a fight
Shut your mouth,
if you don't want to be judged
Think before you move,
Or else you'll be doomed
Finding peace in a chaos place?
In this case there is none
Depression and anxiety locked in one place
Nowhere to escape
Hide and you'll be found
A home that is far from being a comfortable place
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces Of A Mirror
PoetryThis is a book of poems about the broken souls and the weary hearts. The one's who seeks for revenge and the one's who want to voice their hatred and judgements. The one's who are afraid, frustrated, disappointed and felt worthless.
