a teenagers journal

The Four Houses

I was born in a house of loneliness, the empty rooms covered with emotions, noises, sights.

Alone but not alone.

I was weaved in a house of silence, they didn't speak, they didn't do, they didn't woo.

I was trained in a house of darkness, nothing but darkness inside, I was trained to see past that darkness.

I live in a house of lies, pretending it has never been dark, pretending it was never empty, never silent.

07/10/15