Somedays I come home,
And nothing's changed.
Somedays I come home,
And everything's rearranged.
Nothing is were it used to be.
Things that hold a place in my heart,
Are suddenly taken away forever.
Punishment for being a failure,
Never living up to,
Their expectations,
Their ideology,
Their rules.
Like a thief in the night,
Bits and pieces of me,
That matter only to me,
That make up what I am,
Are slowly stolen quietly away.
Left to crumble,
Like a house of cards,
Waiting to collapse on their next sigh.
Soon there will be nothing left of me.
Soon i will no longer recognise,
The face in the mirror,
Staring back at me.
In my own room,
Left to wonder who I am.
One day, I will become a stranger in my own room.
Staring at generic walls wiped clean of,
My thoughts,
My emotions,
My ideology,
My being.