Must be quite,
Not make a sound
Seem invisible
to all the shouts

The pound of his feet
coming up the stairs
the slam of the door
and the evil glare

You stand there staring
into his angry eyes
He starts to yell
your life is a living hell,

You look past him to see
a blond nine year old
grinning as can be

A lie told to get you into trouble
Nothing new there as you bubble,
Blamed for everything that goes wrong
even if your not there.but who cares,

Standing face to face
you show no fear
your past hurt now
your emotions frozen not even a tear,

quickly goes up your arm
so that there is no harm,
his hand is raised,
his eyes are glazed,
he takes your wrist and twists it hard,
your life is forever scared,

he finnally lets you go
with  more curses of how your stupid
he is your foe

as his boots make back down the stairs
you go to the place where someone cares,
turn off the lights
so only your monitar shows
Log on to the net
for people you just met,
the ones that make you a little happy,
oh? Is this sappy?



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I know its not very good, but hey, it was worth a try to show you what i write.