From the outside

My house is like any other

The faint smell of blueberry muffins always lingers

Like a grandmother's perfume

Mountains of mail misplaced on the coffee table

Not leaving much room for coffee

The sounds of las noticias or ESPN fade into the background

Like jazz at a cocktail party

Siblings fight and bicker

Becoming predators competing over a nonexsistant prey

From the outside

My house is like any other

But inside

My home weeps for me

It fears for my fears

It rages for my anger

It saddens for my sadness

My home has become

A psychiatric ward

From the outside

My house is like any other

But on the inside

My home weeps for me