It tears my heart
I am watching from the sidelines
And it tears my heart
A transparent husband and wife.
What you see
Is what you get
There is this daughter.
I must be in unison
With the simple fact
The daughter is melodramatic
The animosity inside her
It gets the best of her
This animosity has the fire of an adolescent
And it possesses the devotion of a lioness
Hunting to feed her young
But she only has ten years
And she is tearing, tearing, tearing
A husband and wife
It is the communication.
There is a disconnect
Somewhere along the way
And the tear expands
Her bowl of anger overflows
Before it has even reached the rim
And an explosion of hurtful and destructive words
And the tear worsens
She feels under attack.
That the initiative
Is to hurt her delicate feelings.
And so any time she feels
Her wall goes up
And she keeps shooting at you below the belt
And the tear stretches
The tear divides them
More and more severely each time
So when they face each other
There is a catastrophic storm in their hearts
And lightning in their eyes
And they think:
What went wrong just now?
But they don't care.
Their ignorant fury blinds them
Because the tear is complete
And they are no longer teammates anymore
Competing for the children's love
And demanding them to take a side.
How can they be so selfish?
Do they not see the risk they are taking?!
Gambling away their only connection
To be "right"
And the tear is not only down the middle
But it is a three-way tear
Husband; wife; children
All to fend for themselves
The battlefield of profanity and depression
This war will go on
Because this ignorant fury does not fade
For a minute
And this melodramatic sister of mine
Never discovers this "right" path to take
Because her own mother and father
Are neglecting the realization
That they both are on separate, wrong paths.
This ignorant fury solidifies the tear
That can by no means
Ever be repaired completely