I don't like it when people fight. My mom and dad do every night. I lie in bed and pretend to be asleep. My mom looks in; I don't make a peep.
Sometimes I wish I didn't live here. I'm a little girl who only feels fear. When I go to school I put on a big smile. I pretend things are fine, and it works for a while.
But there are days when I am very sad. When I've been called names and told that I'm bad, Then I keep to myself and hide my shame, For I don't really know who to blame.
I'm scared to have friends come over to play. I never dare ask if my friends can stay, For I don't know when they will start. I'm just a little girl trying to be smart.
The dishes breaking, the yelling, the shouting. Their fights are ever so mounting. I'm the innocent victim who feels rejected Instead of feeling loved and respected.
But maybe if I wish really hard The memories will ease and I won't be scarred. When I awaken, maybe my wish will come true. Out with the old and in with the new.
A new way of living for my parents and I. There'll be no more tears for the little girl to cry, But it's really ******* children to grow up like this. They'll look back on a childhood they really missed.
i tried to write in the perspective of my little self and the childhood i had, and older me looking back at it.