Behind the Walls


I hear them yelling
yelling as if i wasn't near
Yelling as if i couldn't hear
I hear banging
banging like something broke
banding that can kill a child hope
I see them fighting
fighting like they strive for the kill
fighting like they have no will
I sit there letting it happen
letting it manifest
letting in have the rest
I am just a child,
I am weak

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