they fight
Living like I don’t know and I don’t care.
But I do know. I do care.
I’m pretending it’s alright.
But that’s not how I feel, it’s not alright.
I don’t think it ever will be.
You are both drama queens.
You yell openly,
and think we don’t know what it means.
Like you’re not my parents
Like you’re no1’s parents at all.
I don’t know what to do
How to act & what to say
When I am around you.
Should I show that I know
That your fights are hurting more than just you.
They hurt your children too.
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