My neighborhood is the one that looks calm and clean but behind the reflection is wounded homes and hearts. With my neighbors come the good and the bad. Like the home behind us, two little kids who have been robbed of there innocence by a drunken father. Eddy and Elle who are no more children but only the children that just dont know why they are always worried who run around not caring and whose attitudes scream help me, the ones whose parents wont let there children near; its not there fault but there is nothing I can do. The yellow house down the street with those people who just deserve more than what theyve been handed. The old lady who lives next door always up early in the morning checking on her yard, why does she do this every morning to make sure she is alive? To smell the beauty she has planted? Or maybe just to remember. Some neighbors I just dont know, whose lives are hidden behind there sheltered home. The family of 5 who are scorned by there addiction to food, what am I suppose to do if I can not even control myself. The banging clattering of the drums next door, that just wont shut up always playing always always always.
