Home not so sweet home is where the hurt is
Or did you not know that as a reader
Maybe you did not grow up in this home
Even if you did not maybe you know
Nobody who grew up like this, no one
Observes what may take place behind closed doors
To discuss these matters is in bad taste
Success requires turning a blind eye, no
Obey the rules to get ahead or fail
Sugar is sweet while coffee is bitter
Welcome to nothing being white or black
Enter the world of conflated ideas
Ego is bittersweet as dark chocolate
The self is neither all good nor all bad
Home is the house where you create the rules
Ownership is not nine-tenths of the law
Murder would have been better than this life
Even if the soul is not visible
In this world, there are some people who harm
Some people hurt others where none can see
Where is the justice for children, now then
How as adults we must fend for ourselves
Even while we rely on charity
Remember we evolve from others faults
Every mistake shapes the mind of a child
To be grateful for not the worst treatment
However, nowhere near the best either
Enter the gray area for parents
Hurt children have nowhere to turn, to trust
Undereducated people who care
Reasonably for their own survival
Trapped in a bad situation for years
If there is a God who listens to prayers
Still I must accept my childhood at home
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