The screaming and the talking.

The laughing and the crying.

The good days and the bad days.

Life is joyous and peaceful for some,

But for others it is like a rollercoaster;

There are highs, and there are lows.

With the bright light turned on in the kitchen I could hear you laughing with glee

Which quickly turned into a yelling match between you, then there’s me

Sitting in my room feeling all alone

Then I rush over and pick up the phone

I call my grams to tell her what’s wrong

She calms me down, then starts singing a song

It was a joyful song, one I never heard before

Then hastily, a knock I heard at my door

The phone jumped out of my hand as the door flew open and crashed into the wall

But as I peered over, there was nothing there, nothing at all

Had this all been a dream I wondered in my head

As I was woken up and carried gracefully to my bed.