in my room i sit with yelling and echos of slander following peace so far away the only sanctuary found is here in the room im in the safe place of home is no more is just a building with people living in it. why must heartless words be thrown when the objective is to speak the truth and not be aggressive. look around you, do you not see what your throwing at each other effects me and my siblings too. you may not see it because i take my pain out upon myself in secret and my siblings leave and are never around. what happens is im there and seated quietly you pour your feelings and thoughts and blames and misery upon me. i let you say what you have to and then when its over i leave the room and disappear for the evening. when i come back im different, not like you would know because you dont pay attention that much. i am silent or less talkative and i wear a sweater or a wrist band its not abnormal for you to see me like this. you dont know what you are doing with your words, you dont see what i am doing to me. underneath everything is a cutter who is confused, lost, and in need of someone to hold her.