pity on the souls who live today
in the house that has no love
they go about shouting and screaming
complaining here and there
not knowing the feeling of a mother's love
or a father's undying devotion

pity of the children who walk each day
pretending they have a mother who cares
children who don't know the woman she is
who don't care
because she's all they have
though they have nothing
They feel this emotion for her
and they think it's called love
when they fail to realize it's nothing
but a mix of fear, pity, and a compassion unnurtured
by the woman they call mother

pity on their father
who works all day
to come home to a house that has no love
to a wife who doesn't appreciate him
to children who don't respect him
but fear
fear above all
the father who disappears for weeks at a time
to feed the family he didn't raise
and comes home
for a few days
to the house that has no love

pity on the aunt
without a life
living in a room of her own
who leaves at dawn
returns at midnight
when all is silent and dead
she sits by the sidelines
and watches with pride
for the children are not her own
for she will never have them
as her responsibility
but they will respect her
for she is their aunt
the one in the room
all alone
in the house that has no love

pity on the mother
that lonely witch
without anyone to call her mom
her children don't love her
and she doesn't know
but if she does, it doesn't show
she leaves for work
and comes home to noisy brats
and she tries to control their lives
she feeds them
she spoils them
trying to get them to love her
but it's too late
because she doesn't love them
and they've never known what it truly means to love
all they have is just an illusion
of confused emotions
pity on their lives
pity on their souls
for any warmth in them
that doesn't grow
is a warmth taken from this world
and their coldness
will grow in time
here
in the house that has no love.

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