waling at midnight

Walking at midnight,
Is when you feel best,
Peace and quiet is what you long for,
The hot-cold night with the faint porch lights,
Is really what you want,
Some time alone,
Away from the messed up home,
The pressures of your life,
Now its time to go,
Back to that place called home,
To a room with padded walls and straight jackets,
With parents and rules,
Who think they’re so “hip” and so “cool”,
To bad they live a lie,
And you live with them,
So you fallow the rules, and live with the walls,
Hoping that one day you’ll leave it all.