I Do Hear You Fight

I can tell its been a rough week 

My socks told me through their gaping holes

And my toes are raw from 

Curling

Curling 

Curling

Every time I hear them fight through the bookshelf

I never touch those novels 

Surely they are infested with every word of malice that passed through them

Each book a conduit of crude language

Each page stained with words most would regret saying

But regret is not welcomed in my sad home

Apoligies are non existent

The temperature is never right in my house 

But my thermostat works fine

Somehow it's my moms fault it's always "broken"

Perhaps if you opened your damn eyes you could see that you are wearing three jackets

Dinner isn't cooked which means the ear plugs are coming out of their box

A note on the fridge lets my "parents" know I've gone on a walk

When really, I lay down in my bed

Frantically searching my brain for every recipe I could ever remember

Remembering is hard when you purge it every night

And Bulimia is a common practice in my home

Perhaps that's the cause of the wretched smell

It's either new socks or bare feet

Too many broken 

Glasses 

Hearts 

Promises

Line the floor 

Every step would cut my tender feet

And as I get the courage to walk through it all

Walk to freedom 

I realize I am already on my way to the store

To buy more of the stupid socks