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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