My Iron LungBroken Homes

This summer I hid from the sun and built thicker walls to hide from the cold of winter. But when winter comes I'm stuck in this cycle, consistent, repetitive. I built thicker walls So you won't get too close. So you won't think too much about me. So this doesn't end like everything good in my life. Cause everything falls apart And I guess I'm just older And my past has made me careful not to trust even my family, The ones who gave me shelter. What's a home with no foundation? Just a place to rest you head And hope that if the walls come down falling They'll forgive all that I said. I was screaming in my pillow Hoping they would hear And realize what they were doing Was building up a fear. © 2017