Never feeling like i do anything right and ending every day with another stupid fight. i want to do real good and i try to do my best. but nomatter how hard i try, i'm always below the rest. i try to talk it out and i try to catch my cool. but things start to get worse once i get to school. i take a deep breath and try to count to ten. but all i end up doing is getting mad all over again. i go to my room so i can be alone. but i still think that hell is a place called home.<br /><br />Stefani Lombardi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-s-not-always-sweet/
