Trapped, confined within these four walls. Everyday it's the SAME EXACT THING. The fighting, screaming, meltdowns, and yelling is all I ever hear. Blaming things way beyond our control upon me.
If only... If only you stopped him... If only you didn't do this or that. No matter how long you continue to yell and scream at me, nothing is ever going to change. It's not MY fault, it has never been. But here I am, once again, the scapegoat.
YOU ARE READING
Splashes on the Pages
PuisiI'm just pouring the thoughts out of my soul and onto the pages, hoping to leave a lasting impression like splashes of paint on a white wall.
