She hates this god-fearing house

She hates herself 

She hates everyone 

They all are purges to her.

Too much pain and tried taking it away 

Thinking it's the only way to cope. 

All she ever gets is screams. 

The screams are so powerful she cannot fight them, 

She tried to defend herself but was so weak.

All they ever do is fight with words, 

There is no love at all for the house.

All it is just screams, aggressiveness, and pain. 

Is this what you call a family 

Oh, wait! too mentally ill for them.

They hate a woman whose divergent

Pressure by their presence 

Always hurt by the screams of a God-given old-woman. 

Her anger is weak, and she is afraid of people. 

So afraid of mother and father

All the pressure and stress

She cannot think anymore, she cannot speak

All she is to them is a empty flower-pot.