I am from..

I Am from the treehouse, still unfinished
i am from the house with anger and broken dishes
I am from the house, where everyone seems mad at me
I am from the house with laughter, then sad to be..
I feel as if i walk into the room there is negative energy
i feel as if i did something wrong because of what my mom said to me
i am from the house, sometimes without a dad
i am from the house where children play, but mom's usually mad.
i am sometimes from the center of a broken heart
i am from a mind thats wants to figure out what caused this from the start