#1
He hides in his room,
Away from the screaming
Not once understanding
But always wishing.
If the fighting would stop.
He would no longer have the urge
To call a cop.
Shattered glass would no longer
Remain on the floor
And give him a sore.
He waits for the day,
He sees only happiness
And feels no emptiness.
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