A happy home

I grew into a 1 story house built in a cul-de-sac that pooled 

Like the puddle found on the stairs in front of the face 

My home kept for appearances, till the owners outgrew its confines 

More rooms to keep secrets in, more walls to keep truths out 

I live in a two-story home on a hill, isolated from nearby neighbors

Their homes to be found on lush lawns in a wilderness 

Deer would flock together underneath the birds who fawned over fawns 

So much space to feel crowded by, so much difference to feel everything but the same 

I stay in my room which resides in the house I’ve lived in 

It's remodeled by those who never had to fit inside, those who have always lived 

I’ve never felt so out of place, an imposter in a happy home that I don’t deserve 

Little more than bellyaching from a full stomach, Little more than a room in a home