A family for some is a scary thing
Pain, hurt and sorrow is what it brings
A child alone looks from tear-filled eyes
At a mother who weeps, screams and sighs
Daddy is drunk and making a scene
Mommy is yelling wondering where he’s been
My sister is hiding underneath the bed
She’s worried about Mommy, that she will end up dead.
I stand by Mommy trying to calm Daddy down
I smile and make jokes, I’m such a clown
I check on my sister, my brother too
Looking after my family is what I do
I may be young, I’m just a child
But growing up in this house, is a little wild
I walk on tip-toes. I’m very sad
I don’t tell anyone, my Daddy is bad.

By Lorelie Rozzano