Screaming is coming from down the hall -
It's amazing she can still hear it all.
The words fly out past her locked door;
She just can't deal with it anymore.
The crying is just another excuse -
For them to continue their verbal abuse.
Their words hit harder than any hand could;
As she lives her life just trying to be good.
"It's not fair," she sighs and the tears begin again.
"When is the pain going to end?"
Then they burst in, yelling their abuses;
She almost wishes that they left some bruises.
No one will listen; no one will care -
About a broken-down girl, given a life, unfair.
Though she may try, it is not much fun,
Living the life of an abused one.
They finally leave her, feeling so broken,
By all the hurtful words they had spoken.
She wishes there was a way they could all get along -
As she criese, "Is there Somewhere I Belong?"
