A child waits atop the stairs. Saying nothing, He only stairs. Listening to his parents fight, Hear them holler throughout the night. Hear some yelling hear, a cry, Sitting there asking myself, why? Who's at fault, Me or the adult? Moving here moving there, I try to act like i just don't care. Soon fallows a divorce, And my parents have no remorse. I still ponder about that question, The one I dare not mention.
Reason for writing:
To voice my feelings from my expirienced three times in my life. And to ask the question so many children ask. and i have learned that answer by myself over time. But they need to learn it is never the child fault, never.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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