House Of Enemies

A poem about the frustration in a certain aspect of life.

One wants everyone to wear the right thing

The other never shuts up

Someone else has an opinion, and isn't afraid to say it

And yet another can't make a decision 

They all seem to care for each other

Yet nothing gets done

Always fighting

One is full of herself

The other can't stand it

The youngest copies what she says

And her lover doesn't understand

I sit here and wonder

Is it possible to bring happiness to them

I'd bet my money on freezing hell instead

It's interesting 

How they all love each other

But they're all enemies

Author's Note

Same rules as usual