No Choice But To Watch

Be careful in your uncles’ room
Just throw out the needles and spoons
You might want to wear some gloves
In case there are still traces of drugs
You never know what you can find

Fighting, yelling, and screaming in hate
Demons take over the ones I love
So many arguments I can not handle
I fear my family is tearing apart at the seams
It is like walking into a battlefield instead of a home

Why would they do this to them
We all know their end is near
It is sad to think about but the
Truth can not always be sweet
My anger builds inside of me waiting to explode

I tremble with anger and sadness wanting it all to stop
I feel like I am going to break into an uncontrollable mess
They will never see me low I will hold my head up strong
Breaking on the inside but masking the outside
Holding it all in no matter what

“I’m never coming back here,” yells an empty promise
“You’re just a troublemaker anyway,” bites back anger
Bickering, evil glares from sibling to sibling
All in front of the ones who gave them life
Trying to calm down the rivalry for the sake of their elderly lives

It hurts to stand there watching my great ancestors
One trying to stop it, one trying to block it out
With my grandmother involved in the arguing between
My mother just trying to fix everything
I can’t help but stay silent and watch it all continue

Once the arguing has come to a close
An awkward silence takes over
Arguments with no purpose point gone unproven
Facades as if nothing has gone wrong
All the family bonds seem long gone

I have no choice but to stand there letting it all go by
I want to leave but I can’t let go
I have no voice to stop this
All I can do is stand powerless
No choice but to watch