Memories Of An Angry Child Poem by neon rowles

I hear muffled sounds as i sit in my room
I feel the atmosphere turning into gloom
I sit and stare as the voices change tone
There is lots of us here but i feel alone

I pick up my doll and pretend not to hear
The angry voices getting quite near
I feel a part of it now as its right by my door
Tears fall down my face, but they have done this before

I need to help now it cannot carry on
but my tiny voice is no match for that one
Noone is listening to me as i talk
They are getting lounder, so away i walk

This is part of my life it seems so absurd
I play with my toys as i never get heard
small things to them but was a huge part of me
I cannot begin to think that this would be me