the grass is growing
inside there screaming
you can hear the torment in her
he yells she yells
and the cycle continues
day by day
night by night
you fear them the most
that's when the monsters truly come out to play
it always ends the same way
you catching a minute of sleep
before the bell you use as a diversion
chimes
and of you go
there exceptionally oblivious
you yearn for someone anyone to notice
but nobody does
so you head home
the place you despise the most
now night falls
you look out into the world
and watch the grass grow
