perfect smiles, white lies,

nobody to notice when she cries,

doors slammed, parents mad,

how were they to know

she felt so sad,

cradling her little sister,

she was only there to assist her,

quiet, quiet, don’t cry,

this is the last time,

oh what a lie,

why were we even born?

two happy lives, needing to be torn,

it’s not our fault, we did not deserve this,

but isn’t it odd that

we’ve never seen our parents kiss?

high-pitched screaming, wailing from the kitchen,

to get away was my only mission,

“i hate you” “get away from me”

if only they’d stop,

but the powers that be,

divorce would be best,

but we would never suggest,

for fear of another fight,

another restless,

waking night,

at the end of the day,

only eighteen years then you move away,

but the aching in our hearts,

for a normal family,

just the best parts,

but it seems that our fate was sealed from the beginning,

and though we try,

the hand we’re dealt

can’t always be winning.