Dead Switzerland

July 27, 2010
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Is always where I am
The moon
She pushes me into my place
The sun
Shines his light in my face
I feel so scared
Why is mom yelling at her?
I don’t want to hear
Why is sis in her face?
I disappear
As fast as I can out the front door
I don’t feel like hearing anymore
I get in her car
I need to relax
But the arguing just gets louder
Until I hear a nice smack
I jump
Knowing exactly whose hand it is
I start to shake
To the point where I hyperventilate
I grabbed her purse
Wrapping it around my mouth
I tell my self without any doubts
I hear more voices
War like
With way to much spite
I try my best to turn my head to the door
Loud voices
My head hits the floor
Be strong
I try to convince my heart
Still shaking from conflict
I get in the house
Nothing but loud anger
I scream stop
But I’m just invisible
But yet still in the middle
Mom is America
Sis is Germany
I am Switzerland
Every strike I bruise
Every swear I shudder
It doesn’t’ get any better
Mom yells
I cry
Sis dials
And I die
Red and blue is all I see
They were Switzerland
Like me
Alliances are formed
Ties are broken.
Yet I will be forever dead
If I don’t have a real
Real family

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