15th Poem: Yelling Parents

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I try to hold it in

but it just builds up 

until a single tear falls.


 You get louder, 

as if I need anymore stress. 

(sigh) 

What can I do? 

What should I do? 


I can't sleep 

until 

you stop. 


Oh, the sound of frustrated voices through the walls. 

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