Paper-Thin Walls

My account of a fight between my father and I.

 

I hear you talk to her

You think I can’t, but I can hear you

Through these paper-thin walls

No secrets can be kept

It’ll be just like before

With the roles reversed:

Instead of her talking down – it’s you

Instead of you caring – it’s her

And it’s sad – she’s not even my real mother,

Only your new girlfriend,

Who seems to care more about me than you do

Through these paper-thin walls,

Your voice drops lower

But you still can’t mask your anger

Or disguise the hate that burns my ears

“She’s a monster… not my child…

Hellish… just like her mother…”

I weep and sob and cry

Why do you hate me – why?

I burst through your door

Screaming and yelling – we fight

“Maybe I’d be better off dead!”

You turn and leave, then I’m all alone

Maybe I am hellish –

So kill me, please, and maybe,

Just maybe, the perfect daughter you lost

Will be resurrected in my place.

Reviews

[Undying Glory]

realistic and gripping, i can seriously feel the intensity of how the argument must have been...awesome stuff