It was the night the table broke.
It started off with screams,
And then I heard the glass break.
Mum broke another plate.
A night of hiding under beds,
Catching my own tears,
Being five years old
Taking bets with myself
On whose eye would be black in the morning.
Big Brother, I understand why
You walked and ran.
I will never understand the powder
You put in your hand.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
It was the night the table broke.
It started off with screams,
And then I heard the glass break.
Mum broke another plate.
A night of hiding under beds,
Catching my own tears,
Being five years old
Taking bets with myself
On whose eye would be black in the morning.
Big Brother, I understand why
You walked and ran.
I will never understand the powder
You put in your hand.
