Why is it that I can never look at you without fear stirring in my chest?

Why is it that you scream at me when I've done nothing wrong?

Why is it that the simplest words set you off?

Why is it that you can't understand what's going on?

You glare and snarl with fire in your eyes, a firm grip on my arm as the words sink in.

Don't be a dumba**

Fix the d*mn problem

I'm getting real tired of your bullsh*t

Your anger spills over like the tears in my eyes, and the hatred in your gaze turns my heart to ice

Perhaps if you took a moment to assess the situation, you would realize that we don't understand

The dumb look on our faces is not in spite or out of vicious intent

It's because we genuinely don't know why you are yelling at us

One moment we're all smiling, the next one of us is in tears

Yet you carry on as if the pain isn't still here

I approach the situation with a calm tone, then suddenly I hear

I'm going to choke you both

Don't you know words hurt like knives?

Even if it is just empty threats, it cuts deep and leaves scars

Why is it that my every word and action in your presence is carefully guarded by fear...

When you're one of the people I should want to be near?

Good memories of you are few and far between

Most involve anger and confusion and tears

It hurts me to say it, but I feel it must be done

Why is it you can't see what you've become?