I can hear their voices
constantly fighting about
trivial things like money
and mistakes that
should be forgiven.


In a screaming match
every word weighs heavier
than it would
in more peaceful days.


They cut deeper each time,
twisting under the skin,
amassing into a heap of
lies and broken promises. 


Every day I dread
coming home to a war zone
when it should make me feel safe,
landmines buried
in the "family" room. 


Why can't you just
work your issues out
before they destroy us all.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: "Family Affair" by P!nk

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