since young,
i've had bad memories.
be it now,
or many years back.
i jus hated it.
whenever my bro and i fought,
he'llscold,
and drag us out the door,
and i remember crying until my voice went hoarse.
and he simply doesn't care.
i never liked home.
it isn't somewhere i find love.
it isn't somewhere for me to study.
it isn't somewhere i can find security.
they simply scold me over minor things,
even when my sis fights with me.
i get blamed for everything.
i tried to tolerate, and realised,
i cant, cuz its too much.
in 16 years of my life,
i think, anything i did nvr did them proud.
and nothing satisfies them, not enough,
and not even appreciated by them.
i hate home more now.