Michelle Hyde

Rookie - 63 Points (06/01/1990)

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.

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Topic(s) of this poem: anger, hurting, pain, sadness


Comments about The Hidden Past by Michelle Hyde

  • (3/19/2007 1:59:00 PM)

    its hard when parents fight and u do know what u can do about it i know that it is hard to lost a parent or parents (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 2, 2015


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