Theres No Disgrace Like Home

Theres just no disgrace like home.

Dad gets drunk and beats up mum.

We know she'll soon pass it on.

Having two probably doesn't make one stressed.

But getting hit every day makes us kids depressed.

Sorry you're broke. I love you. but I'm torn.

News flash Dad we didn't ask to be born...

My brother & I shouldn't have to hide under our beds.

When you pull in at five. we're all filled with dread.

Violation. violence. tears.

We all have so many fears.

We've all tried to run one time or another.

We get back home and you beat up our mother.

Because it hurts us oh so much more.

To see her laying on the floor.

Living life here every day.

None of us will be okay.

we'll see if you think it's funny.

Brother just wont make it.

in the tub with both his wrists slit.

I'll end up out on the street.

Cold with no shoes on my feet.

Up and down the streets I'll roam.

there's just no disgrace like home....

if thats really whats happening where you are ........*i wont say what i was about to say now* but anyways poems you write are based on reality and i think that its the best way to write a poem

i write about what is or has or will happen to me
it just so happens that alot of people feel the same way as me.

plus this is about my 1st stepdad
not my dad

anyways i still think that too write a good poem we have to base ourselves on reality

haha ya if you write a poem on something you dont know about then how would you get it to be correct??

you got what i meant lol some ppl dont get my moral but anyways

lmao ya i know what you mean cause im a sexihomiganster =]

lol