She came home again.
Demanded money.
The yelling was
worse this time.
They both
hate me.
She was drunk,
So was he.
I don't know why
it always happens.
I could hear
the moaning
From my room,
Just like always.
I'm tired of it.
But I'm gonna hide.
Hide behind the pain.
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Hiding Behind the Pain
PoetryA book of free verse poetry about pain, hate, and everything life throws at you.
