I hate the dining room table because it makes me scared 

He started to yell and his teeth he bared

Yelling at me for a shirt I never wore

Look at me he said but I was too busy looking at the floor

I started to cry but he didn't care

My hands started to shake and I knew what was coming

A panic attack and my heart started drumming

He yells and yells and my mom started to cry

Don't you see she said, she didn't do that now go to your room honey it's all right

I got up and went to my room and that was when my dad really started to fume 

He followed me in there and tore down all my books 

Breaking glass and tearing pages from my notebooks

I go to stop him and so I grab his arm

I didn't know that would do so much harm

He grabs me by my shirt and pushes me up against the door

All because of a shirt I never wore

My mother grabbed him to get him off of me

He lets go and I drop to the floor shaking and crying my eyes out

Why would you do this to me I didn't wear it I shout

He walks away without saying a word

Leaving my world to turn gray

The next day he pretends that we are okay 

But we are not okay because I know I won't be able to sit at the dining room table