By Choice- No one even gets close. We're keeping everyone 
at arms distance. Water sometimes outweighs blood, in our 
case for instance. We are our home. Tiptoe round and 
subtly trip into the raging vocal chords of pricks who 
charge through all corners of the house. When the disease 
spreads we are our home. When they turn their backs and 
heads we are our home. When we're pushed too far we are 
our home. We're pushed too far. No need to raise your 
voice, God knows you didn't have a choice and it breaks 
us. We swear not to disown, too bad if someone came along 
to test us. We can take them.