I used to think home was place
Life could never touch, a safe
Haven built by the hands
That hold me, with walls that could withstand
Anything
Yet the very thing
That destroyed my home
The reason I cannot roam
Beyond my invisible barrier
Is because the people are carriers
We used to share the bubble
But now I struggle
To stay in my lane
Because hugs were what kept me sane
And now I can’t touch anymore
Sorry for the emotion, it’s kind of a sore
Subject, you see
They think I’m only worried about me
But our closeness kept me from breaking
Apart, without it I’m making
Every mistake, so I don’t go
In the house now, see I know
Better than to engage
Avoidance is my best strategy anyway
So I sit, crying brokenly
On the patio, where I would never openly
Be vulnerable, feelings never shown
But now my room’s a danger zone
So this is my new refuge
And I’m sorry but I refuse
To stay locked in my room
And don’t you dare assume
I don’t care, but I’m falling
Apart here, I’m calling
But they all have to stay
Six feet away
I used to think home was a safe place
But now it’s not and on my face
There’s a mask permanently fixed in place
And the only time it comes off is in my car
The only time you can see all my scars
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