Want Out

day by day goes by,

the perfect family,

the house full of cheer;

what the neighbours don't see are the demons that riot at night.

the voice of this "home"

is drowned out by slamming doors, and tears of the broken-hearted.

"This is good for us," they say.

how is constant screaming and fear good for my family

It's not.

I want out, I want away from the hatred trapped between the seams of each person here.

I want out.

I just want out