The Scariest Things

There is a house
It’s not like the rest
Something for everyone
People say it’s the best

It’s up on a hill
More like a tiny mound of fill
Using every resource they can obtain
To make it seem bigger than the pain

I hear their words
Their sighs are seen
As in the cold breeze
Forging what they mean

Differences shape that space
A lawn that seems replaced
Dirt for nothing and some grass
Piloting over my own stubborn ass

Because you cannot take a camel
Into the city air
It’s that same old feeling
You’ve doubted to share

The darkness lurks throughout this place
Life never seeming to embrace
Things that live and the people whom grow
All of it for nothing, just trophies to show

Mistakes are constantly made
Blackness covers all of its color
You wonder who would live in this dire place
It’s me, there is no other