they hurt me bad, not so you can see
there was pain in my heart, pain aimed at me
holding my head high with stiff upper lip
but once in my street, my facade slips
the tears start to flow rolling down my cheeks
sobbing uncontrollably when mommy speaks
finally there, safe, loving and warm
my safest haven in this teenage storm
that feeling of security I tried to create too
for my own children's happiness whilst they grew
a home is important, it should feel whole
and be open and welcome for any one's soul
Bronze trophy winner
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