Will it ever end?

The fighting and screaming

In my head it's so loud

Out in the hall the voices

Echoing off the walls

Shattering the windows and escape

into the streets others can't hear it

But it reverberates in the house in my

Mind is hurt, clenching

My teeth hurt from gripping so firmly

My hands are losing their grip- getting weak

Something I won't admit that my bruises-

My scars, only tell the tales these words

inflicted selfishly

My soul is cracking, bleeding, seeping

Into exposure I'd never want to go but here

I'm falling into pieces- grabbing

Broken fragments on the floor is all I am

Anymore deadly words you want me

To hold the knife you put into my hands but

don't expect me to have

Used is what you labelled me when

You threw me to the wolves that became

My family I don't have- never had

So while the tiger and the lion are more powerful

It's the wolf

that doesn't perform in the circus.