The House of Hate

How I hate this house, let me count the ways.

I hate the anger growing in these walls

Until it explodes out and makes me fall

Into the burning pain of fury's blaze.

I hate the way I don't know when I wake

If I will find a smile that's kind or cruel

To make me strong or to feel like a fool

Being manipulated in a cage.

I hate this house that haunts my dreams,

That makes surviving every day so tough.

In every silence I can hear the screams

That cut me open 'til I bled enough

That my blood would have filled a hundred streams.

Why make this house from hate instead of love?

Inspired by Elizabeth Barret Browning's 'Sonnet 43' (How Do I Love Thee?)