The other side

Now

where there was love

now resides hate

its not good and it makes me sad

how mom and dad

now always manage to be mad

every hateful glance like another note

in the song of misery they wrote

now they seem to always fight

it some times keeps me up at night

I use to pray that they'd never split

but now i pray they will so it will quit

now they always talk bad about the other

such mean thing are said between my father and mother

now when anyone asks i just say its complicated

an when the pry for more

i tell them I'm done and that won't be debated

and with a sigh i seal that door

I do this so no one will know so no one will know the pain i reap from the hate the sow