He comes in that day and you feel your stomach ache.
You shudder and he shames and you wonder what you say.
You know you must say something, but the words do not come.
You been there before, and it's never undone.
You sit at the table with your feelings in tow
One glass of juice or a noodle does fall.
The yelling begins, and the tantrums our show
Words not from him are mentioned to solve
You can't say anything to make the hurt go away.
Silence does happen, but you don't want to stay.
Your hope is hurting, and he still isn't nice.
You wait for that ...