You walk into the house that they claim is a home.
You can sense the pain of the children that have come before you. In the house they claim to be a home,
The screams and cries of the children before you. beging to be anywhere else echo with every step you take in the house they claim to be a home.
You see the pictures of the smiling faces of the children that came before you. But you knew behind those smiles was nothing but lies and pain.
You hear the door close behind you, and you know it, just like the children that have come before you. You will never leave the house that they claim to be a home.
--Anna T., Adult