It surrounds like a dark cloud,
All this hatred,
No verbal bounds.
The screaming,
It may never cease,
The pain,
It slowly creeps,
I fight the emotions,
I fight the sound,
Of the cursed words,
The battle ground.
I defend,
My sisters sins,
To keep her innocent,
To let her win.
I fight,
This treacherous battle,
Between a mother and I,
To get closer,
To get by.
It seems as though,
When I try,
All im left with is the feeling,
To cry.