I wrote this poem during a time period where all my family did was fight. It was only a short period, but there were a lot of other things going on in my life so I felt like I was bout to go insane. This is not the case anymore and it is also not how I feel anymore either.
By Eva
Every morning I hear it,
I always want to yell,
It never gets any better,
Just get me out of this hell.
My parents don't see me,
They�re blinded by it,
It drives me crazy,
I just want to hit.
The walls around me,
Put up with it like I,
It kills me to hear it,
I just want to die.
My kids will never hear it,
It only makes things worse,
Why can't my parents see this?
I guess it's just my curse.
This curse is unending,
I live life every day,
In a house filled with anger,
And that's always the way.
My friends judge my family,
By what they see when they're here,
But they do not know,
For they'd be filled with fear.
When they come over,
There's never a sound,
But it always goes on,
When they're not around.
So next time remember,
The silence is not true,
For when you are gone,
It gives me another view!
