I love to visit this place
Enjoy the smiles on their face
The food primed with emotion
Their laughter filled with devotion
Moments caught hang on walls
Even paintings stand tall
Pictures canvas and a warm feeling
All this makes it harder to be stealing
But I’m required to it’s a necessity
My joy reaches its zenith with this family
I require a small piece to obtain peace
So small things they won’t miss I take along
Put in my room under my pillow I know it’s wrong
But only then will sleep cover me with serenity
Without a remembrance of happy, I’m chased by insanity
Nightmares go away when I hear their music box play
When I touch their picture their memory it tells me it’s ok
Tired off hiding the bruises and pissing blood
Being called useless and misunderstood
Mom and dad both hate me wish I could run away
Questioning why they made me I wanna run away
So the objects became a symbol for what I can’t have
Their dilemmas seem simple at problems they laugh
That small piece I want home even just for the night
I won’t feel so alone even though it ain’t right
But all this I can’t say scared to reveal these thoughts
But even this dream has to stop cause damn I got caught
So sorry is all I can whisper forgiveness is all I can ask
My apologies to you mister and miss excuse my mask
Portraying myself other then truly I am
Tried to display normality as much as I can
Homey I know you know my home situation
The look in your eyes is packed with emotion
Sympathy, pity, everything but hatred
So many things I can say but yet I don’t say it
I sit their silent as the parents ask me why I did it
I look at them with lost eyes and all I can do is admit it
Would rather be cast out then have them think of me differently
Would rather be cussed out then have them look at me with pity
So I say I’m sorry and promise to bring everything back
Give them the necklace which I had put in my backpack
I am truly sorry … those words I honestly mean
I just can’t tell em their stuff gives me the courage to dream
Head down teary eyed I walk home alone
With each step I find myself hoping both my parents are gone
Reach my porch, open the door screams find themselves to me
Ignore the barricade, go to my room and sit quietly
Take the box from under my bed all the words that were said
Swirl and twist in my head slowly making me mad
Screams of mom and dad still fill the house relentlessly
Did this so many times but this feels differently
So again the box goes open the gun goes to my dome
This time, I am alone, this time, there’s no happy home
To look forward to so this is what I have to do
…. Well my would be family I will miss you