A home is not home when you hide in your room to escape the loud screams,
Coming from him who tends to take little things to extremes.
A home is not home when every word is spoken with bitterness and anger,
The kind of words with the intention to hurt one another.
A home is not home when mealtimes turn into a war zone,
Grim looks, tensed shoulders, making dear self feel alone.
A home is not home when depression waves hit you whenever you think of the word "home",
The word "home" that still tastes bitter in your mouth,
The word "home" that you thought was the definition of happiness and truth,
The word "home" that is never home.