Grating on my uncle’s nerves,
Pacing around at the curves.
His face going red
Holding back words, that will go unsaid.
Book snapping shut,
Stalking of to the hut.
Hurting the feelings of my brother,
Same goes for my mother.
Wanting so hard to find the way,
Seeing the light of a new and better day.
Knowing that they’re hurt,
Cant stop being curt.
Sadness engulfs me,
As I look, but not see.