Broken Home

I sit in my room
I don’t want to come out
I don’t want to pick up a broom
I want to scream and shout

My parents are unhappy
We can all see
Their marriage is crappy
But still they won’t leave.

I feel so lonely
I feel like they’re ashamed
I just want someone to hold me
And tell me it’s okay.

I miss my brother
How I wish he was here
I sit and I wonder
If he’s happy elsewhere.

I wish I could leave
And never look back
Gone with no memory
Just the clothes on my back.

It feels like a race
To be big and grown
I wish I was away
Far from this broken home