Expropriation
I was once a home,
My foundation strong and sturdy.
But all you did was lead me astray.
“It’s an intrusion of my space,” I say
While I try to push you away.
You continue your invasion
Until I try to turn the lock,
Hoping it will all end one day.
But you’ve already taken over,
And I can’t take back what’s mine.
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