It's funny, how one minute everyone can be happy.
It can be more than just the best day.
And in the next, people are slamming doors,
and driving away.
I'm the kind of person that doesn't run away from an argument.
I want to get it over with,
I just try to do what needs to be done.
This must be a bad thing, nobody else seems to think
that's the thing to do.
I find it hard
to watch my parents argue.
Hell, who wouldn't.
The pain within watching someone you love
loose love within another
consumes me.
I never let it show.
Because there's always that one person,
who says it'll be OK.
And it is.
YOU ARE READING
When I was Ten
PoetryI used to write poetry. I found a bunch of poems in my closet, and decided to post them here. Some sad, some happy. New, old, and everything in between! Just a whole lot of poems, thrown into one story.
