If Children Had a Say

The blatant yells

they cast upon 

each other,

and the secrets 

you couldn’t tell.

The nights 

when you got in involved,

your naive 

innocence, 

robbed,

later left

to clean up the mess.

The lies you told

outside

and the nights

you stayed up

wondering 

if life

would’ve been better

in two homes,

instead one

barely hinging

together.

Reviews

[Lily Allison]

I can completely relate to this poem, thanks for posting it. It's wonderful. (:

[demureminds]

No problem, and thank you (: