Trapt in a hell that should be home

I get the feeling that I hate where I live. People I don't know coming in on my space. I cant leave, I have no where to go, I don't want to stay, but I have no choice. There is nothing I can do cause I live with the magnet that attracts the problem. People who can't think straight because they can't control their vices, who have clouded their already primal brains, barge in without warning. They loose control over everything, even basic motor skills. I can't get out. They all continuously come and go breaking my silence, breaking my peace. They treat me like I'm the outsider when they are in my home eating and drinking my things without asking or hesitation because of the chameleon that changes it skin continuously to fit in. Taking my side and locking the door when they leave but only to unlock it and be one of them when they return. Always quick to please them holding itself under there finger. My heroes who usually save me are tied up in other matters. I am force to isolate myself for the sake of my rising temper. The magnet leaves but the others do not follow instead they feel the need to linger and spread disease throughout my space. I bring the magnet back and make it remove all that doesn't belong. Now I have restored my peace, my silence but it has left scars in my space.