What is a home? Isn’t it supposed to be a place of happiness?
A place where you have all your childhood memories,
And have to go through bad times but good things always end the bad.
My home, isn’t a home, you won’t find those happy memories.
I had them once, parents who cared, who I laughed with,
Together was when we were the strongest,
My sister was the first adopted into the family,
Parents always look up to the first child, they get another.
Me, I was the little angel, until school happened.
My sister had the highest grades, had the brains, had the attitude,
I wasn’t anything like her, but the attitude.
Being compared to someone all your life,
Kind of gets to you, you’re trying as hard as you can,
But nothing good ever comes out of it.
I guess trying my hardest wasn’t good enough,
Always getting yelled at just made my insides turn.
My heart is broken in more than one place, but I put on a smile.
My home is not a home, it doesn’t have a heart.
All that happened in that home were smiles and a lot more tears.
Yelling every night, all night long, was heard all over,
My grades weren’t good enough, I only got yelled at.
No calm talks or try harder, just yelling,
I want a home, with no raised voices, no heart breaks,
No more tears to be shed over nothing but small things.
My home is not a home, if it was then I would want to stay.
I want to leave this place and never look back,
I can’t take all the pressure and all the failures.
No more, I can’t do this, or I can’t do that,
I’m not perfect, so don’t try and make me perfect.
My home is not a home, and I want to leave it.
That place is nothing but sorrow, I never want to go back.
At school I have a smile, no tear will roll down my cheeks,
After the day is over, I try not to think about going home,
Everyone has their own problems, but I have mine.
I might snap at you, or act annoying,
But I’m hurting inside, and I don’t want to anymore.
I won’t do anything stupid, but I’d run away,
Run far, far away, never coming back.
I want you to look at my trail of tears, see how far back they go,
I want to be someone who you can depend on, who you be proud of,
But I can’t stop these tears of knowing that will never happen,
What will it take for me,
To stop all of these tears, all of this pain?
My home is not a home, if only it was.
