If you are born into a burning house

You are often led to believe

The whole world is on fire. 

I was born into a house where 

THE PEOPLE 

were the ones on fire. 

Not the foundation of wherever we lived. 

When I was four

The fire went out for a short amount of time. 

It was amazing. 

I miss the fireless feel of moving into this small apartment

Barely enough space for our family of three. 

But, that feeling was short-lived.

Soon enough, that place was filled to the brim.

Then there were four.

Four souls that did not mix as they should.

Four people that caught on fire once again.

A fire that burned brighter than ever before. 

Then one left.

Now there’s three again.

But, that fire still burns to this day. 

A fire that brings me to my knees 

At least once a week

A fire that's worse than any heartbreak

Worse than any death or destruction the world can bring.

I HATE this fire 

But, so long as I’m here, the fire will burn. 

And I know that as it burns it will take me and my family with it. 

Because we are the flames.