The Hidden Past Poem by Michelle Hyde

I ran from my fears,
My pain and my tears,
I hid with a simple thought,
Every time my parents fought.

'Why do they fight,
Both day and night?
When arguing is a game
Who is to blame? '

Running both day and night,
Out of sheer fright,
When they began shouting,
I would hide in my closet pouting.

I ran from my fears,
From my pain and my tears,
I hid with a simple thought,
Every time my parents fought.