broken home

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2011

broken home
in my room alone
break away
from the fighting day to day
bitterness and anger
between two parents as a stranger
in my own little zone
my home away from home
nothing exists outside my bubble
leaving it would be asking for trouble
breaking the outer shell is forbidden
for everything inside is well hidden
they scream and shout pointing fingers
haunting memory that still lingers
thoughts sometimes rewind to that place
a broken family like a cracked vase

Author's Notes/Comments: 

something from many years ago. of course my parents divorced and split up. I haven't seen or heard from my father since I was 17. my mother re-married but I don't talk to her anymore.

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