So much frustration.

So much anger.

Voices shouting.

Seems like a stranger.

I have to listen.

Though it pains me to stay.

The conflict thickens.

But I can't look away.

Did they say my name?

Are they talking about me?

The yells get louder.

Finally I have to leave.

Author's Note:

Don't read into this too much. I'm good, my home life is good, don't worry :D

-I. Quill