M. Mc Graugh

In my house

In my house,
You don’t ask questions.
The whispers from mom and dad
Signal you to a hiding place.
 
In my house,
You never show tears
Because then there’s
Questioning, which
Is not allowed.
 
In my house,
There are no chances for salvation,
And the only place to hide
Is in yourself.

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