Leave!

She said it was my fault.
I won't let her convince me.
She doesn't know what to do.
I cannot help her with that.
Whip-like tongue.
Words of pain.
She will not hurt us like that.
I block out the sound to just a hum.
She still continues on.
I tell her to go.
Out of my room,
Out of my life.

By Exandra