I Don't Want To Know

Don't you know

that I listen to both of you 

bitch about each other.

Bitch at each other.


Don't  you think I know 

what all is going on.


Living in it.

Constantly reminding me.

Talking about it?

Did you think that would make me feel better?

Do you think any of it helps?

It doesn't.


All it does 

is make it harder to focus

on subjects I already do poorly in.

Because who can study

when presently aware

of the turmoil they sit in.


If you want to apologize to someone

apologize to eachother.

Not me.

I have homework to do.

This poem is about: 
My family


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. 

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