Why am I here again?

 Why am I here again?

It's a very dark morning, thick with silence.

I arrived outside the small house I grew up in.

He is in the garage, sitting inside the car.

I'm searching for my mother.

She lost her mind,

Running, delusional,

Through the house across the street from ours.

Why am I here again? 

I knocked on the car window, 

furious, confused.

I'm ready to confront him 

to faced his smirk and save 

my mother. 

Why am here again?