What shouldn't be forgiven.

The screaming has continued
I guess it never stopped
cause I still hear the echoes
from when your anger dropped.

Today I felt the tension
and my arms began to shake
it only took an hour
to watch your next outbreak.

I'm hiding safely in my room
once again a child
as your screams rock the house
but I am not beguiled.

No matter how much you've grown
I keep tending to the weeds
though you may, at times, mean well
distrust has marked my seeds.

You blame her as usual
for not bowing on her knees
saying she's a dysfunction
her compassion a disease.

I shouldn't have this fear
now 25 years old
but it was a matter of time
your disguise was bound to unfold.