Mommy's Gone

Mommy's gone. I don't like when she's gone. 

He's here. I don't like him. He yells. He shouts at Mommy.

He shouts at me. He hits mommy. 

He hits me. Mommy is sad. She cries. A lot. 

I don't like when Mommy cries. It makes me sad. 

He makes Mommy sad. He's here. He tries to find me.

I hide. I hide in the dark closet. He won't find me.
I'm a good hider. I do it a lot. When he's here. 

“Where are you, you little s**t?”

He shouts at me. He looks for me. But I keep hiding.