Your father's unemployed.
Your mother's stressed and secluded.
You are depressed--or so I have concluded.
He's easily annoyed.
She's easily offended.
You're stuck in the middle,
With a fire to be tended.
He likes to yell.
She wants to stay a while.
And you're the one
With the mechanical smile.
The hole in the wall,
The room full of crafts.
Your empty bedroom window,
Letting in forgotten drafts.
The dripping ceiling,
Sagging floor,
Don't you feel like
You've been here before.
The running fans,
On hot summer days.
Remember when,
You went to plays?
An empty uniform,
A missing tag,
All these memories
Make your heart sag.
His time was stolen.
Her eyes are knowing.
And somebody must know
Where the bloody river is flowing.
Your father's unemployed.
Your mother's stressed and secluded.
You are a blank page,
Waiting to be denuded.
