Hate

He hates his father so much
He only blocks him out
For every punch that hit him
He came from a broken home.
So he walks around alone
His in his own zone
Listening to his music
So loud, it’s blearing, he can’t hear the screaming.
He try’s to protect himself
He tries not to cry
He tries to protect his mother
Who’s getting punched in the face.
But whatever happened to the loving family
Its world war three
Parents abusing their children
Children crying wishing they would die.
So they walk around in black
They try to hide their feelings
Put on a fake smile
Hide their lies.
Getting teased for being themselves
So there’s another mark to scar
One more open wound
To add to their world of hate