One who’s without love

There’s no feelings expressing the pain of your parents never believing you
It’s like they’re leaving parts of you behind all whilst being through with your “lies”
An earning for love and belief never to be shown or earned  I think to myself was their love ever true
As I grew, so did the distance between me and them It had felt  like a huge shove pushing me  further away into a lonely abyss
I’d often see  doves in movies it may seem silly  But  in a way I would hope that it  would bring me luck
But none to be seen stuck with no love or trust it’s like being held  hostage in a place that I should call home
But atlas It’s no home of mine so long as they are there building a wall  between us breaking the little trust I had left
A broken home is where I shall stay no longer.