I am a stranger in my own home. Day by day my family talks in front of me as if I am not present. I am given funny looks as I try to be kind and include myself.
I am no longer part of this family.
I am a stranger in my own home. Each minute that passes I become more afraid to reach out, oh so ready for that slap back down. It makes my look at others with a fear in my dark blue eyes.
I am no longer a part of my school.
I am a stranger in my own home. Each second that passes I hole my normally loving self away in my room even more. This room is now a chamber of lost hope and fear.
I am no longer a part of my community.
I am a stranger in my own home. Each time my cell phone rings it takes me longer and longer to answer it. The fear courses through my veins as I answer, just waiting for those harsh angry words.
I am no longer a part of the world, all because I am a stranger in my own home.
