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You hurt me with your words
and with the way you look at my face.
You wonder why I need to leave this place.
This house holds me prisoner;
my bedroom holds my secrets.
Secrets I’ve cried into the pillow at night
trying not to let you hear my plight.
I’ve sworn to get out,
to not let you keep a hold on me.
You say I won’t make it;
I say I will if it’ll make me free.
Free of these demons
and free of the price I pay
for a roof over my head
for an uncomfy bed.
You claim I’m not home enough
and you want me to be around.
I can’t stand to be here
alone, trapped in my room;
an impenetrable cage I call my sanctuary.
It is where I endure no judgement;
where I can smile and I can cry.
I try my best though, to keep my eyes dry.
You bang down the door,
screaming about grades.
I hold it in, but I just want to say:
“I’m doing just fine, I’ve
gotten farther than you.”
I keep my mouth shut, though.
I let you rip me open with your words.
The only thing keeping me quiet
is knowing that I’ll be better off someday.
Someday, on my own.
Someday in my own home.
Where I’ll eat and act and dress as I please.
You’ll miss when I’m gone,
you’ll have no one to tease.
My comfort lies within my knowledge
of where I’ll be fifteen years from now.
With my degree on the wall.
Maybe a kid playing in the hall.
I won’t hold your actions against you
I’ll just be enjoying the view.
The view of success.
The unknown view of happiness.

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wishonastarr9

Joined March 2008

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