Fight

She slams the door

With tears in her eyes

She's trying hard

Not to cry

Her room is messy

Things on the floor

As she steps

From the door

Tears spill

Her cheeks get wet

There are things

They just don't get

Laying down

She wipes her tears

Trying to hide

From her fears

Wishing she

Weren't this way

She gets ready

For the next day.