They cried, and I heard actions speak louder than words;
They marked me danger, under the very roof, I'd lived for years;
This place is OURS,
And only now I'd understood. Ours and not yours.
Dubbed me, predator.
Blood had turned against blood.
I looked at the veins that carried mine,
And wondered whether slitting them open,
Would make them see, that mine and their's matched.
The door's always open they reminded.
And it stayed that way, all winter;
They wondered, how shame hadn't coerced me to walk into a blizzard.
I stayed till summer,
When my skin shrunk too much for me to wear,
Cracked and parched;devoid of love.
I'd stumbled, when I stepped inside for the first time,
And I stumbled as I left, way before my time.
I had, anyhow, outstayed my welcome.