Tension Poem
Younger sibling into trouble.
Mom’s screaming, over reacting.
Grounded forever, everything’s taken away.
None of my business, right?
Wrong—it is my business.
Well, I make it mine.
Mom has her favorites, it’s quite obvious.
I can’t just sit back, say nothing,
Act like it doesn’t bother me.
I see wrong, have to do what feels right.
Mom hates that I do this,
Put myself right in the middle,
Dropping a bomb,
Creating an even bigger dispute.
Anxiety builds up, frustration focused on me now.
Screams at the top of her lungs,
Apparently my opinion wasn’t asked,
I complicated the situation,
Blamed for excess commotion.
In attempt to explain my feelings
She doesn’t make an effort to listen.
All I hear is blah, blah, blah!
Goes on and on agitating me,
Until she digs deep enough
Under my skin.
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