Dysfunction

I feel that I'm at fault

Even though I don't see how

Any of this could be my doing

But it seems it is somehow.

I'm a walking contradiction,

A little inside-out

A little shaken up

A little broken down.

I feel a little lonely

As I sit all by myself

Listening to my flaws

Being pointed out.

I guess this type of outbreak

Isn't something new

I don't know why I'm surprised

At the words coming from you.

I wish I could've been there

Way back when you were young.

I would tell you not to make mistakes

That already have been done.

Maybe that would fix this...

Or maybe it just won't

Maybe things would stay the same

In our haunted home.

Home isn't the right word

It's more like an asylum

Screams coming from windows

Even though they are silenced.

A single word...there isn't.

To describe the place I've grown

Up and was raised in..

It's all I've ever known.

I guess if you made me

Pick a word...just for fun.

Dysfunction... would be my choice

Yes... Sadly that's the one.