I love how <br />My mom doesn't <br />Have money for food, <br />But the fridge is full <br />Of wine coolers. <br />I love how <br />I can go wherever <br />I want <br />Because my mom <br />Doesn't care <br />Where I go. <br />I love how <br />My dad <br />Used to get me <br />Beat up <br />Because it was ''funny.'' <br />I love how <br />My dad <br />Used me to get to <br />My mom. <br />I love how <br />I sit there comforting <br />My little sister <br />After she tries <br />To beat me up. <br />I love how <br />I'm afraid to go home <br />In case I set someone <br />Off. <br />I love how <br />I prefer to go to <br />Christian's house because <br />They actually care <br />If I get hurt. <br />I love how <br />He's the only one <br />Who tries to help. <br />Who sticks up for me. <br />Who gets me to the <br />Hospital. <br />I love how <br />He sees through <br />The fake smile. <br />I love how <br />He's the only one <br />Who loves me enough <br />To try <br />To fix me.<br /><br />Tiffany Rose Moczydlowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-real-home/
