cacophony (4/26/20)

yell, scream, shout

 

silence is scarce.

 

with every word spoken, a new argument begins.

 

each room of the house is a minefield.

 

i tread lightly, but somehow always become collateral.

 

i'm tired of fighting in a war i never wanted to exist in the first place.

 

this should not be home.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
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