The Strangers

A teen feels unhappily disconnected with his family, a family that is built on distrust. In his eyes they are strangers.

They stare at me with dark, heartless eyes

Their hearts so cold I swear it's solid ice,

Tension builds  every time the biggest one raises his hand, for fear he may strike

But his punches are nothing but sweet honey 

Compared to when he opens his mouth for out of it are disgusting things that bite,

When they stir in their seats I sit up with great anxiety

I hear their words, as they speak I know they lie to me,

Unwillingly I tell of my day's accomplishments

They say I've done good and for a second I take pride in it

But I know on their 'high horse' there is but one saddle with no room for me to ride in it

Down they tear me, block by block

With acid words they speak,

How I wish they'd stop!

I don't know these people.

I know not their ways.

I'm forced to reside with these people,

fortunately not for all my days.

I try so hard appease them 

But a dead dog has a better chance to please their whims

I fight a battle I cannot win.

I cry for help, when will it come?

These ones I thought I could trust.

But when someone lies

A house full of strangers does arise

Therefore distrust becomes a must.

I feel lost in such a way 

I must in this world find my place

But I am not trying to find my way home.

I wish to be left alone,

For alone is the best place to be,

Now that my home is no longer a home,

Now that brother and sister 

Mother and father cannot trust each other

(neither can I)

The saying, my saying, a true saying 

When someone lies a hose of strangers will arise

Also true is this:

A home whose family is strangers is a home I will not miss.

A house is not a home.

A home is not this.

There are strangers in this house.

The strangers invaded my family.

Someone told a lie, it founded a world of distrust.

A house is not a home .My home cannot be saved.

My family cannot be saved, the ones I thought I knew have left.

I tip toe around holding my breath.

I live in silence, my own thoughts are in words never defined.

My family who I love, won't you help me find?

The ones who loved, cared for, and praised me?

There are strangers in this house.

The strangers who raised me.