From time to time, I believe that life is a wonderful thing,
But then the storm of arguments rise and screams begin to ring,
A punch is thrown, a vase is shattered, but I remain still,
But as I hear the nasty words, the shock makes me ill,
Mother and father at each others throats, making it easy to cry,
Then I butt in and shout out the words, “why don’t u just die?”,
The silence is awkward, the tears fill my eyes, but what I ask is true,
Upsetting my brothers, sister and me, the horror sticks like glue,
Feeling our family is being ripped apart from one little bitchy fight,
And the screaming, punching, yelling, crying, even gives our neighbours a fright