house
I live in a cold house with a cold man,
he is big enough to reach the top self but not enough to admit his faults.
I live in a warm house with my cats
and my sister,
watching documentaries about stupid nothings.
But as soon as he comes home,
all I feel is cold again.
I live a life that feels not my own,
I simply follow orders and crumble under their demands as he forces me into a warm hug that burns my skin.
I live I lie,
I live a life not meant for me,
not meant for anyone.
