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In This House

Hate on the streets, hate in town. Nowhere to hide - even at home.

By berry beePublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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In This House

Hate on the streets

Hate in town.

Nowhere to hide –

Even at home.

In this house

We count our deeds.

In this house

Shout to be heard.

In this house

Don’t try pity.

In this house

Stick to guilt trips.

It’s a contest of

“who has it worse”;

Mouth shuts closed.

Sounds shut out.

Hide behind the doors

Eyes always behind glass foils.

Each leaf grows

To a sky-high tree.

I know it shows –

The fear it’ll fall on me.

Out of my lips

Keep falling tears

But the eyes are dry

So my words are a lie.

sad poetry
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