My Home

by Lauren   Nov 30, 2004


You'll never know what my homes like,
you may think everything is great,
simply because you cannot see,
their faces wretched in hate.

You don't wake up every day,
and search through all the rooms,
making sure no ones dead,
murdered by the fumes.

The things that go on under this roof,
no one will ever see,
the things that go on under this roof,
will only affect me.

I used to think it was normal,
just natural family fights,
and when my mom would get beat, there was no escape in sight.

A face can hide many truths,
with a bright and sunny smile,
the things that really go on at home,
killing them inside all the while.

So next time you see a fake smile,
a quick glance at the phone,
remember that you'll never know,
just what goes on at home.
(*My 2nd poem..any comments are greatly appreciated!)

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  • 19 years ago

    by Ashley

    Hey thanks for commenting on my poem that ment a lot to me. It seems like you father is similar to mine. I am sorry. It sucks and I hate it but sadly I do not think there is anything that we can do, nothing that I know of anyway. If you ever want to talk to you can e-mail me or leave me a comment. Great poem especially for your 2nd one. You got good flow. Peace and Love

  • 19 years ago

    by Taylor

    wow! I can really relate! your poems are so awsome! I love them! i feel that way when people come over to my house and they wonder how i can just sit here listening to my parents fight. . .well i'm just used to it at least they dont beat each other when people are over. . . keep writing these great poems!

    Love, Taylor

  • 20 years ago

    by Lauren

    thank you guys soo much! im working on one right now...i think its going to be my best yet!
    -xoxo-

  • 20 years ago

    by Lushed

    that was really beautiful. You're a really amazing poet! i hope you'll keep me posted when you write more

    <3 jenn

  • 20 years ago

    by Seth

    Another dang great poem!