Need To Get Out

I need to get out,of this place I call home.

With its filth and its clutter
It would make a queen stutter

Where children are slaves,and I swear earth has nicer caves.

Then this unsafe little dump hole I call home.
I need to get out,and escape its pain.
With bruises and scratches,from fights fought unwell.

Parents screaming,leg is bleeding.
Why must I live this way?

When my father comes near me,with even so much a glare.
I flinch away,even if people stare.

I stand and shake,quaking with fear. To scared to move,to scared to breathe.

I need to get out of this place I call home,I have no where to go,nowhere to go.