All the yelling
and screaming
punching and hitting
this is all i come
home to
why cant we all
just try to be happy
i come home
and see you crying
from the words
he says
and his fists
they strike you so hard
i go to my room
listen to my music
but sometimes
its just not enough
i need to get away
to be alone
and hide from reality
to dream of
what else is out there
only wanting
to fly away
no more hiding
only searching
for something more
