Don’t remember much,
From those years.
In the house,
But not a home.
Walking on eggshells,
So as not to wake
The sleeping giant.
Saying the wrong thing
Could instill rage
Overflowing like lava
From a volcano.
But it wasn’t my fault.
I wasn’t taught
How to avoid conflict,
And, really,
I shouldn’t have to.
I just wanted
Something to eat, or,
Someone to talk to.
Was that too much to ask?