We don't ask for the life we are given
The both of you,there,screaming on the top of your lungs.
Arguing about childish things,
not seeing a young girl in the corner, watching.
Wondering when the aggression will stop between the two.
Watching reality as fantasy fades from her mind.
Wishing she had someone beside her, while the treachery continues.
As many years pass all these arguments she has seen pile up.
As many years pass all these fights she has seen replay in her mind.
Its not her fault for all these brawls, the two have had over the years,
but by having these brawls she has been getting worse.
Not from the outside but from within.