Divorce
Three rooms,
Three people -
Family:
Mommy, daddy, me.
We are as one
Not enemies.
But that's what they don't see.
We sit behind closed doors
Each in a different room.
I'm trying hard to understand
How it can be true.
We used to be one team,
One set.
And now,
Is the spirit dead?
I don't get it,
It's not right,
It isn't worth it.
Let's not fight!
But they don't listen.
They don't care.
Adults just want it to be "fair".
It doesn't matter
If your child's alone crying in despair.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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