I'm Trapped Inside A Place Called Home Poem by Skylark Woodrow

I'm trapped inside a place called home
Where the children always fight with the parents,
And everyone is oh so taxing.
There is no peace or quiet here;
Stress and hatred filled the air.

I'm trapped inside a place called home
Where love and hope were said to abide,
But it is all a lie.
There is no hope to be felt,
There never was,
And love is only a memory of false words spoken.
Daily the bickering goes on,
Louder and louder it becomes,
Drowning out any sliver of joy that could be found.
It is all-consuming,
And there is no way to make it right.
Those in authority refuse to listen,
And those under authority won't obey because they are not heard.

I'm trapped inside a place called home
That really truly isn't home by any stretch of the imagination,
And there is no hope of escape.
What is to become of me?
They whittle and hack,
Drain and destroy until there's nothing left but an empty shell.
An empty shell to be sent out among the world,
To be finished off by the wolves of society,
To be shattered like a piece of glass.

(2014.7.1)