A storm brews each night behind closed doors,
The girl stands silent, her heart at war.
Since birth, the battles raged on loud,
A never-ending circle, a darkened shroud.
She knows no peace, no calm embrace,
Only the fury, the bitter face.
Their voices clash, like thunder's roar,
And she is left alone, unsure.
Caught between the hate, the endless strife,
No safe harbor, no steady life.
She loves them both, but they don't see,
They push her further from family.
Each tear she sheds is lost in vain,
A cry for calm, a plea for change.
Yet neither bends, neither will break,
And her heart, too young, is forced to ache.
How can she choose between the two,
When both have built her world askew?
She stands alone, silent and small,
Afraid to speak, afraid to fall.
And though she loves with all her might,
Their war rages on, no end in sight.
In a house of broken dreams, she stays,
Trapped in the fight that never fades.
