Home.

Home- the place in which one’s domestic affections are centered.

Home.

A place where I feel misunderstood, anxious, lost.
Not knowing where to place my footing.
Pulled into the middle of the battleground, words being shot from both ends.
Paper thin walls.
Desperately curious neighbors.
No comfort.
On edge.
Constantly stressed.
Listening to rants from every end and trying not to defend.
Everyone has their side.
Their actions tend to speak clearer than their words and I am there to lend an ear to the broken.
Eventually their bitterness and anger seeps through me.
Home is not where I want to be.