Life At Home Poem by alex thomas

My life at home, is like a continuous 'Hell”. It’s like 24/7; I am locked in a jail cell. My name is the only thing that calls like the sound of empty halls. It keeps bouncing off these whitewalls, and when it comes to my family. My brother who I am supposed to be loving causes me grief and distress. Instead of peace and rest. I'm told family comes first, but apparently that the worst concept of an ideal. You might say “that his family is very happy'. But what you see, are subliminal smiles, smiles without content. Smiles, without any real faces as the mask of a child playing doubled faces. Put your feet in my NIKES and look through the eyes of STEVIE WONDER. And finally see what I see and feel what I feel and then you could sympathize with another.