There Is A Stranger In My Home (edit: 0.1)

[love apollon]

There Is A Stranger In My Home
 
My family and I were disturbed,
We caught him eating our food
And drinking my tea--
I need my tea…
He sits at the table with us
Nonchalantly chats about his day
In a downtrodden way,
My mom was offended
She saw a man with no respect
Yet, I saw a man with nothing to protect
And nothing he could forget,
Those experienced eyes…
There was much on his mind
Motives untold, on a distant island they lie,
So he sits with us and pretends to dine.
 
Why my parents never kicked him out
I insist-- they hang on a bit of doubt
That this strange man may change
To them, time doesn’t determine age.
 
He is the strangest man I have ever known
I insist-- he is the product of a boy who has grown,
What have I become?
A man-- a stranger in his own home.

So knowing fully well the emotions that come with growing pains and aging out of your parent's
household this definitely got me a little choked up. So you've definitely got the emotional aspect
working for you here.

But i have to say that at the beginning this was a little unclear, i thought you were addressing
a broken home, a distanced mother and father. I would attempt to solidify that you were speaking
of yourself maybe reference a father figure?

Overall an enjoyable write with an emotional impact.