my hands were shaking,
i couldn't say a word,
tears were streaming down my face,
i wish i had kept my mouth shut now.
i was hoping for someone to hear me,
but no one took the time,
to at least care for me.
my anger was overflowing,
no signs of it stopping.
being at home,
sometimes feels,
like a ballroom full of broken glass,
i have to be careful,
with every move i make.
