I am a House - Ysabella Boucher 8th Grade
I am a house . The wind slams the door shut , it rattles in place . The stairs creak as you go up them , about to break . It gives everything inside to others , hoping to please them . It waits for others to decorate it , But nobody comes . A house is a structure , A building . A home is warm , Filled with people . People is what I need , But they don ’ t come . My appearance is not welcoming , It draws them away . At open house , nobody came . I opened myself up to the world , just for the world to reject me . They slammed my door . I rattle in place . I creak and cry as I sit at home , about to break I gave everything to get nothing in return . I am a house . Waiting to become a home .