To Me

December 3, 2009
By Anonymous

The calm before a storm
is like the liquor in your bottle.
Liquid anger, liquid fire
Unleashing a monster behind a mask.
It makes no sense to me.

Deep inside my quiet place,
rumble tremors of your rage.
An inferno borne of a careless word.
Pandora's box is open.
It is just an excuse to me.

Doors will slam,
the house will shake.
You share what's eating you inside.
It's all my fault once again.
Nothing changes for me.

No one knows me secret.
I wouldn't tell a soul.
It's not enough to make a stand,
So people don't want to know.
You make me ashamed to be me.

The author's comments:
Again, a depressed poem. After my dad had been in a big fight with my mum.

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