A house ... but not a home

A house
I live in
But not a home

I dont get it, u say.
A house is a home.
A happy place night and day,
This place is yours, where you can rome,
Its not a place for tears,
and those unwanted fears,
a home is meant to be a place,
Where you can show your face,
And be able to smile,
Its a place thats worth while

But you dont see,
you dont live as me,
Im not allowed to be free,
And be so very happy,

I come back to this house,
feeling even smaller than a mouse,
In fact even more scared too,
That man called dad has been able to get through,
I cant stand right,
i cant look right,
Without him having a go,
shouting with all his might,
Time goes o so slow,
I just want to get out,
Live and see what a homes really about,
Be able to have a hug,
From that man called dad,
Not being scared, as if hes a thug,
I find it rather sad,
I cant live here,
Knowing there\'ll always be fear

A house is a home,
For you maybe,
I would rather call it,
A place of tragedy