I'm from the house
That has a wall of smoke in the doorway
The house where
The stench of alcohol is so bad
Your eyes burn upon entry
I'm from the imaginary family
The one that I made up to hide the truth from friends
I'm a goalie
"Goalies are tough" he would yell in our faces
As we winced at the smell of his breath
As we pretend to put up with that daily amout of hell
I'm from the neighborhood where
Everyone is perfect
Or at least pretends to be
Where the fight mom and dad had last night
Is gossip
The neighborhood where
Privacy doesn't exist
This house where
Friends weren't allowed to visit
Becasue they reeked so bad when the left
I'm from the family that everybody knows
Only because mom left crying last night.
