For those who's have to suffer to listen to their parents argue all the time. It hurts us more than it hurts them. Sometimes I wonder if I never existed, they wouldn't be arguing... It's a long true story. The poem may not be so good, but I just want to put up my point of how much it makes me sad.
My parents always bicker,
While I sit there and shiver.
It’s my fault though.
My mother was a widow,
My father and a lonely shadow…
Soon to get a divorce,
But soon found the source.
A child! A child!
Everything soon became wild.
No divorce you see,
Because then my mother will plea
I rock in my cradle all sleepy and sound,
While my parents fought round to round.
A birthday! A birthday!
But my parents forgot that it was yesterday.
I sat in my stroller a frown on my face,
I listened to them argue while I stared into space.
What are they talking about?
A tear soon started to sprout.
Now, I sit miserably in the car,
I cover my ears and look at the star.
But my parents’ voice thunder.
I sigh while the racket is continuing,
Wondered what it would like if my parents stopped arguing.