Home

Crowded.
Always, always crowded.
People coming.
People going.
People talking.
Always, always talking.
Scream for silence.
Never get it.
Too personal,
Won't approach it.
Monthly visits,
And parents argue.
Headaches
That never really
Go away.
Independence
Bittersweet sixteen,
Because mom's
Never "home"
To have her say.
Fighting.
Always, always fighting.
Trying to convince
Everyone
You're good enough
Just as you are.
Good enough.
Not perfect.
Not okay.
But neither are they,
So why argue?
Just because.
It's that simple.
Tears.
Foreign objects
To be prodded.
Oggled.
Analyzed
Under the microscope.
Try explain
And they deny.
So why try?
Just because.
Hoping one day,
Maybe, one day,
They'll understand.
All because
Mom needs the bottle
To sleep at night
Brother needs the weed
To feel alright.
And once a month,
Daddy calls.
Shakes his head.
Shouldn't be this way
As he heads back home.