The Victim's Untold Sorrow


It starts off as a joke Then turns into madness. Wishing you could revoke. But its too late. All the teasing, pushing and laughing Has took its toll. Now all the things you say have lost control. You couldn’t help it, You mom and dad had split  And its just to hard to admit. Angry father Angry life Broken lights filled with spite And all you do is watch them fight. Crying cause your mom has a black eye, Dark glasses to hide. Having no one to talk to  Afraid to speak, Anger has reached it peak. So you fight All day and night. Knowing when you go home, Everything won’t be alright. 

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