Little Hearts
I act like I'm sleeping
My father shouts,
And I hear my mother's weeping.
Mama shouts at Daddy loudly,
I watch through a pinhole sadly.
They care for me like a treasure,
But I don't know why they still haven't changed.
Sometimes my mother locks the doors,
While my father loudly knocks on them.
With an innocent face,
I saw them in tears.
Those incidents are still
In my heart like scars.
Sometimes I feel desperate,
But I have a little brother.
So I try to make him feel better.
The pain in my heart is so heavy,
But I don't know how to say it boldly.
I tell him stories and make him sleepy.
I watched the stars to hide my scars,
Because he doesn't need to carry those scars.
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