My Home is a War Zone..

HOME SWEET HOME.. hmm.. sometimes it't TRUE but often times its not. CLOSENESS is the BIGGEST factor that contributes to the already-designated WAR ZONE.. MY HOME. TALKING is good but often times leads to MISUNDERSTANDINGS because of GENERATION gap obviously seen in choice of WORDS while conversing. NOT TALKING is not good because a FAMILY should always have an OPEN communication. But IT becomes good when talking is so overwhelming and creating SILENCE would be a HEAVENT-SENT to break the slowly emerging WAR. This WAR ZONE.. often times not seen but definitely felt. A certain feeling like when you walk to the FRONT DOOR of your HOUSE, stand there for a sec or two. Its already as if you are preparing for your ENTRY to the war zone. Then you OPEN the door and take a step or two inside the house, trying to FEEL the AIR if its COOL or WARM. Its already as if you are SNIFFING gun powder in the KILLING FIELD. Your EYES are observing every movement as you walk through. Then you see one family MEMBER, you try to guess what that person is thinking about you. Its already as if you are holding a RIFLE and following your target's movement through the CROSSHAIR. What's next? If that person leave bad REMARKS, you fight back to DEFEND your yourself. If that person LOOK at you then go back to his/her activity without saying any word, you'd be left thinking to yourself "what was that for?". Either way, a WAR will SPARK. May it be a "WORD" war or a "COLD" war. In the END, whoever WINS and LOSSES, most probably the family won't be DEAD. What you'll SEE lying on the floor is the DIGNITY that once STOOD UP brave and tall, but now SHAMELESSLY resting against the cold FLOOR of the war zone I call HOME.