I sit in my bed and I wonder.
Is it all in my head? Something to ponder.
They scream and they yell.
Is it a dream or am I truely in hell?
"There is no one to blame." I tell myslef.
"They fight all the same. Over money, over they're wealth."
"Do they care what I think?"
My heart begins to sink.
I stare at they're fists. Always in a wall or on each other.
"How did it come to this? My father? My mother? My sisters? My brothers?"
I can't take it any more. I get involved.
They tell me, "go ahead! Leave, there's the door! It's not like this problem will be solved!"
I race to my room. I bolt the door.
"This is you're fault. Rip the skin, it won't hurt any more."
And that's what I did, I gave in. And now I know, it was them who's to blame.
So, I know where you've been. Please, don't do the same.... _Matthew James Tucker