A house doesn’t make a home
A home is supposed to be a haven
A place of safety and comfort
But her house was never a home
It never belonged to her
Never welcomed her
Nothing more than an illusion
Cut and paste
Play face
She never felt protected or at ease
There was no safety net
The unsteady ground never seemed sound
Nothing but egg shells beneath her feet
Teeming with betrayals
The stability was nothing but frail
She longed to be a part of a happy home
To feel normal, To feel stable
Their home had never been hers
She observed things that children should not
Hear words one so young shouldn’t know
She felt the weight of the world on her shoulders
To mature ahead of her time
Her childhood years were on borrowed time
Moments that robbed happy thoughts and feelings
She felt lonely
