My Parents' Old Couch

Hiding behind my parents' old couch,

My eyes follow shards of glass across the room;

I tremble with fear and wish myself out.

I've seen this play out, and heard them say, "ouch",

One too many times and more I assume;

Hiding behind my parents' old couch.

My mother sometimes screams and she sometimes shouts,

At the top of her lungs, her face filled with gloom;

I tremble with fear and wish myself out.

My dad marches towards my mother who is slouched,

And she throws a pot with flowers starting to bloom;

Hiding behind my parents' old couch.

I cannot unsee the things I have seen, no doubt,

This life, for me, has always been full of doom;

I tremble with fear and wish myself out.

Now, five years later, I have become quite a grouch,

I still get chills when I enter that room;

Hiding behind my parents' old couch,

I tremble with fear and wish myself out.