Apart Of Me [Poetry]

The House

Meant to serve as a home,
A place that would make me happy and joyful,
A place where I could unwind from reality.

Soon became my undoing,
As somewhere along the line,
It ceased to be a home,
And it turned into a house,
Devoid of any feelings of happiness or joy,
Just a place where I slept, ate and bathe.

And then that house,
Gradually transformed into a prison,
Entrapped by my own mind,
The walls stared back at me,
I slowly began to go crazy,
Losing my mind in this once beautiful home.

I wanted to escape,
To move elsewhere,
To have a fresh start,
Create a new home,
But the house held all my secrets,
All my deeds,
I was trapped.

Never being able to escape...