I’m in a rage, I’m in a mood,
I need my bed and comfort food.
I’ve had enough, pushed to my limit,
I’m gonna’ snap, any minute.
Everyday, my house’s abused,
a meeting point and over used.
Ring of the bell, knock at the door,
I cannot take it anymore.
I just can’t get some privacy,
time alone, for just me.
In my room, I try to hide,
someone calls me from out side.
In the bathroom, door locked shut,
“Mum, where are you?” I hear them tut.
In-laws, kids-friends, roam around free,
It seems the world, has my door key.
I turn around and someone’s there,
the cheek of it, how they dare.
I have no place of my own,
in this house, that was a home.
The only time, there’s not a peep,
is in the night, when they’re asleep.
I’m now nocturnal, to get some peace,
but this lack of sleep, will have to cease.