"Home"

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The ringing of fallen plates,
The thud on the dining table,

The argument of my parents
and scoldings of my mother.

The shattering glass,
A tight slap and sobs.

A chaos broke in my 'Home'
And the soul of my body
Cracked into pieces.

The cracks grew thorns
Piercing me from the inside.

I plaster a smile on my face,
My eyes threatening to tear up
My throat choking me up.

I can't let my eyes water
I can't let my soul scream either.

I have to tie myself together
And watch as my "Home"

Become a chaotic hell
And my parents go senseless.

I was broken but the
Flesh of my corpse covered
The cracks of my soul,

I couldn't prevent as the
Cracks grew further
And broke others too.

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