Behind Closed Doors
Listening to them fight again
Trying not to burst into tears
She calmly talks to her sisters about church
Where they're going to escape this here
They brush their hair and their teeth
As she gently closes the door
She goes outside, takes a deep breath
Wondering what they're fighting for
It seems like a daily thing now
She can't wake up without the sound
Her parents yelling for one thing or another
Thinking, she walks around
PaPa passed years ago
Grandma hates her for reasons unknown
The other has cancer
Her family falling apart
She prays for strength searching for the answer
Why does this house not feel like a home
Seconds from tears, her sisters walk out the door
Ten minutes later, here at the church
Instead of bringing her worries, she fakes a smile
Nobody knows, and no one suspects
The things that she only wishes to deny
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