This is what I hate about home,
always scolded and always alone.
Wanted to speak of what I really feel,
but cannot speak for what is real.

Never had the chance to defend myself,
for all they know was to satisfy themself.
Hiding all the miseries,
for it always speaks it's series.

Always felt not being welcome,
for I myself haven't even felt freedom.
Explaining for me is to impossible,
for she can't even accept it's capable.

So as I hear her voice rise,
all I can is just cry.
For everything I do for her,
was just not enough to make her feel better.