Belligerent yelling stained our walls.
Secrets became excuses every day.
I would hide, right here, when I heard their calls.
Were they in the kitchen—
or are they upstairs?
Who cares? I had to stay hidden.
Mommy would scream
and daddy would push me—by accident.
Maybe this was all a dream.
Don’t say a word or they’ll hear you.
I know it’s scary but we’ll okay—I promise.
I just wish people knew what we go through.