My House, To Me

To me, my home is just my house. I can hear my sister going ballistic at the television, As I watch my horror tv shows. As the wild dogs outside are barking, The floor boards are creaking in the night. I can hear my sister going crazy, As my father cooks us some delicious food. As the smell of my habanero plant travels through my beloved room. I can just taste the smell of my dads delicious cooking, As it travels through the house. I can feel the cover of the three best books I own My home is just a house to other people.