As I sit here in this God-forsaken crap-hole of a 'home'
I think of metaphors, analogies, similes& comparisons.
"How would my 'home' rank against others?" I wonder.
Haha, because that SO important.
This house i once called 'home' has now turned into a prison.
Fit for the devil himself. With walls flaming bright red with fury & anguish,holding me hostage.
I fear if I attempt to leave I will be burned.
These Walls scream & punish me for reasons unknown.
I try to reason, but instead I get struck by a big, hot, angry hand.
With no more reason behind it other than dissatisfaction.
Maybe one day I'll be able to leave.
I just hope it won't be too late.