The title of this poem is, Home.
Screaming crying
Yelling pounding
I just want some peace
I just want some peace
Hot room
Thristy
Hungry
If I ask I know I'll be yelled at
So I stay in my room
Screaming
Yelling
This is my home
It doesn't happen often
The screaming and yelling
Maybe just every other day
I can't seem to do anything right
That is my home
That is my prison
Can't go out
Can't break out
Unless for exerise or school
This is my prison
I cant seem to do anything right,
so I am put into prison
They don't know me they can't know who I am
