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Home is Where the Hate Is (Prose Poem) by raven_the_poet
Donât go home until heâs gone.
The beast you call family,
The strong, tall man that kills you inside,
That makes you cry, that haunts you.
Watch your step,
Everywhere you go.
Donât want to trip,
Donât want to fall.
Cause if you do, heâll criticize you,
No sympathy, just anger,
And itâs getting to you
Chorus:
At home, itâs a constant rage,
No time to make room for your own flesh and blood.
But once again,
You cry in the darkness,
Try not to let him hear you screaming.
She tries so hard to calm him down.
Itâs not her fault,
Sheâs got a big heart.
But try again mom,
Sheâs the only thing youâve got,
The only one thatâs got a lot of problems just like you.
[Chorus x2]
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