How is it you feel alone when everyone is there

How is it you feel looked over even when they stare.

They judge you in your own house

Make you feel like your a mouse

Just a pest who lives there never really more.

You really wish you could just show them the door.

But can’t cause there family related by blood

Even though they hurt you and drug you through the mud.

This house is your home but only when your alone.

Because a home is where you can be alone but never really lonely.

A home is where you feel safe not judged or strafed.

You can’t choose family but you choose friends.

And you will always choose your true family in the end.