Everyone has different feelings of this place
For few,it's somewhere they never want to leave,
Nice parents,no siblings
And if there are,no hard feeling
Comfortability and peace
Nothing is amiss
Where they grew up, where they'll stay
No stress, mummy and daddy will make a way
For others, everything's fine
No arguments,they just want to go out
Too restless they don't stay in one place,
I mean who stays at home anyways
They majority do not have a case
Nothing's right,they just want to escape
Counting the days till they can leave for school
Can't take the heat no more, their parents are cruel,
Dad nags, mom nags
Dad hits, mom cries
Siblings look at them for help
They become parents to kids they didn't birth,
Go to school, grades are poor
Come back home, they're late for work
How can I manage both at once?
Mom doesn't know she managed fine when she was young
Dad comes from work, he's tired and sore
You follow bad friends!
Where's that coming from?
You talk too much! You're lazy! corrupt!
You do nothing right,you act like you're mad!
Despite all opinions, something is sure
A home is where you where you were born and raised
And a home you will probably born and raise
Accept your fate, it's not too late
A place you were raised, you should always embrace
A/N
Yass! First chapter eh. The ending was probably somehow but I was trying to end it on a good note. What do you think 🙂
Chrissy 🖤
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