In a frail white house,

secrets are locked away…

unlocking them, could destroy my family...

this is where I am from.

Watching the glowing sunset through the trees,

trying to escape the anger inside.

That frail white house,

this is where I am from.

Playing barbies with a friend,

Hearing intimidating insults full of hate and rage.

That frail white house,

this is where I am from.

Fleeing at night,

forgetting the fear put in me through threats.

That frail white house,

this is where I am from.

Wondering will the anger end?

Will our secrets reach the surface, like a lifeless fish.

That frail white house,

this is where I am from.