Broken Glass

Childhood house full of lies
Fake smiles as their perfect disguise
Always so much anger inside
All I could do was hide

Playing, I could forget

Lost in my little game
Until he screamed my name
Play time was done
He didn’t mean to make me scared
It was one of his MeSsEd Up ways of showing he cared
Emotions were always so
lost
Understanding came at a cost
“Why are mommy and daddy fighting so much?”
“I guess their feelings are just a little out of touch…”
No one ever smiles in this house
So I cry, and the tears fall

Down
Down
Down
By the end of all that sorrow I feel like I could drown
A child should never be put through this pain
Endless fighting with nothing to gain
Be brave, breathe through it
Absolutely nothing to it
“This house is a broken home.”
This broken home is all my own
Though I once walked on a floor of bro ken glass
I must leave these sad memories in the past.