why is it
that when we step
inside
the normal looking house
chaos erupts
I drop my smiling facade
back here
why?
why are we so different?
the shrieks and screams
and cries
of distraught
of hatred
of family
no longer the
normal
happy
hopeful
person
now I am
the girl
who rocks herself to sleep
with the sounds of
sadness
echoing in her ears
YOU ARE READING
lost in translation
Poetry"sometimes on the way to a dream you get lost and find a better one"
