The Sneering and Seething
Caught in the middle of the adult fight.
Leverage is gained or taken depending upon if I look left or right.
The shouting and screaming becomes numb to my mind.
The sneering and seething; why does it have to be every single night?
The detachment of the object of me from their eyes. They don’t seem to see or realise that they’re dimming the light in my eyes. That my young mind can see straight through their hate driven tears and lies.
The cold feeling in the air though so, so warm it is outside.
The same words flying through the air amongst the alcohol fuelled foul mouthed cries.
Blamed because they put me here; here to ruin their lives.
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