Broken Home

by Tear*Stained*Face   Jul 18, 2005


As I walk out the front door,
I close the door tight.
Because I don't want you to see my family life.
I come from a broken home,
that so few see.
I know I seem so happy, but my life is tormenting me.
So as I walk out of the door, and I put on the fake smile, you will never get to see the broken life of me.

*****It was just kind of thrown together but PLEASE comment!*****

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