when one is born in a burning house,
they often grow up believing the whole world is on fire.
one minute a thin smoke hazes the exterior of the house,
your eyes flutter closed for less than a second,
and before you know it the whole house is engulfed in flames.
but what happens when one isn't born in a burning house?
the house is just warm, uncomfortably warm.
the air is breathable, and the home is liveable
until they find themselve using any excuse to escape the heat.
no matter how much water is put on the fire, nothing can be saved.
the home was on fire before it was even built.
the individual will always believe they were the spark,
but they never were.
because the arsonists are the ones with the gasoline.
the ones with the matches.
(A/N) hello! thank you for choosing to read my poetry (and yes i will be updated its not just the one poem), i hope you enjoy my writing!! have a good day/night :)
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Poetry"when one is born in a burning house, they often grow up believing the whole world is on fire." a poetry anthology full of poems written by me.
