in the quiet house, shadows fall,
a girl's soft voice unheard, so small.
her mother's anger, a storm so wild,
pours down on her, an innocent child.
unheard cries in the night, she weeps,
her heart heavy, the pain it keeps.
rage and sadness intertwine,
a toxic blend, a twisted vine.
tears of fury, silent screams,
shattered fragments of broken dreams.
her own anger spills, unplanned,
on those who try to understand.
in her sorrow, in her plight,
she longs for peace, for morning light.
but trapped in shadows, she must cope,
holding on to fragile hope.
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Poetrypoems i've written. THE ONES FROM THE BOTTOM UP ARE THE BEST. i promise they get better and more lengthy. please don't take without credits. please don't copyright. and please don't make fun of these 🙏🙏😭.
