Four walls, six, or maybe more
The doors are open
Would I still dare to walk through that door?
My life is already the token
"Choice" would cause an uproar
At 6, so innocent and clueless
I didn't expect to see
Swollen eyes and bruises
Yet a smile plastered by a degree
Welcomed by a voice —tuneless
As the years pass by
Same welcome greets me
The smile, I no longer buy
For I know what happens in the AM by three
Silent cries and a voice that's painstakingly dry
I'd begin to ponder
If home is really as what they say,
Full of comfort and love even at the corner
But people are deceived by what they see on display
We shouldn't judge a home by its decor
It's not only the material things
Even smiles and laughs are ornaments
Movements are pulled by strings
Can you see it's not a genuine moment?
Let me tell you this, it's much painful than jellyfish stings
Words listened but left unheard
Because it's not on the "main" beliefs
Thoughts other than the prime thinking are considered absurd
But glasses need not be worn to see the disbelief
That truth ain't that blurred
I'd call mine a place,
A structural building formed by existing foundations
And other components that makes it our headquarter or base
Not a "home" I'd proudly say with exclamations
Since I feel suffocated even in my living space
