The Other Side of the House

The chair on the other side of the house,
is always reserved for me.
It's where I eat, I read, I sit
in private company.
This is where I'm banned to,
almost every night.
For on the other side of the house,
my parents yell and fight.

They have their good weeks and bad weeks,
but lately it's all been the same.
The good weeks tried to make a come back,
but the bad weeks won the game.

Yesterday, I had a friend stay over night.
Today she told me she woke up to another one of their fights.
She's my best friend,
so thankfully she understands.
I'm so grateful to have a friend like her.

In my mind, I secretly wish
that they would just divorce.
I'm tired of hearing my parents' voice
go at it until they are hoarse.

So in my chair,
I sit and stare,
blankly at the wall.
Wondering if this is the fight,
the one to end them all.