She walks in through the doorway, with a smile on her face.
Too bad it won’t stay for long.
I become cautious and watch everything I say,
I do not want to risk a fight.
She starts a friendly conversation.
I slip up, say something that’s not to her liking.
The smile is gone. In its place is a look of anger.

Cue the yelling, bring on the fighting.
This is everything I was trying to avoid.
Words are yelled, objects thrown.
How could one little slip up lead to this?

I travel upstairs to my lonely room
To get away from her yelling, her screaming,
her harsh, scarring words.

A few hours pass.
I go back down to the battlefield.
She’s in a happy mood.
She asks me if I would like something to eat.
As if nothing had happened.