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The house that isn't home

They say home is peace—but mine feels like prison. No bars, no chains… just constant pressure to be perfect. Every word is planned, every step watched. They yell, they criticize—but never notice how hard I try. Even school feels safer. And they still wonder why I’m distant. This poem isn’t just about family—it’s about the pain of being unseen in the one place you’re supposed to feel safe. If you’ve ever had to smile through hurt, this is for you.
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