You expect me to jump
When you say.
But instead a lump
Starts to form
So much so I wonder
If it's the norm
For me to have these feelings
Of hate and destruction, in a vain attempt
I retreat to my room to get my bearings
But you follow
Then I wonder if you're
Head is hollow
You start to yell
At me, so now
Your voice is like a bell
Ringing in my head
every night I go to sleep
Tired of all, in my cold, bed,
Leaving uneasy things said
In angry moods
And tears shed
The only thing that keeps me here
Is the thought of being alone
That is a thought I can not bear.

by Turuz Hautapu

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