Your blood bubbles inside you 

like boiling water.

Your face takes form of frustration. 

I hide in my room, my door shut tight,

to avoid the beast you have become.

We live in the same house;

you're my father!

But we barely even speak.

Day to day,

I hide from you

because you take your anger out on me.

The fear prances in my mind.

it pranced for 8 years,

and the thought dawns on me

that we are running out of time.

But, when I hide in my room

time is chasing me,

burning me with the thought to 

say something.

Though,the mere thought of saying "hi,"

scares me too.

I just want to avow 

my fear for you.