Family Made of Glass
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There’s always talk of moving
Always the possibility of leaving
Packing a bag and never looking back
There’s always that glimmer of hope that sparks inside of me,
But a skeptical shadow over powers everything,
I know we’ll be here for the rest of our lives,
Rotting and ruining in this broken down house,
Cracks and creaks in the floors and broken doors,
The stains on the stove and the tears in the couch,
We will stay here and dream of escaping
Until we all realize that our family is much like this torn home,
Miserable and filled with resent,
We will crumble, piece by piece,
Until there is absolutely nothing left
But broken glass and hurtful last words.