No matter how many times they argue, I can never get used to it. No matter how many times my mum cries, My heart will always be pained by the sound. No matter how may times my father drinks his whiskey after a brawl, I can never get used to the sight. Their quarrels no longer revolve around a topic. Years of marriage has led to years of hardened bitterness And in each argument, a piece of it is released And more seeps into the hearts of my parents. Their smiling faces in their framed wedding photograph, Looks at them below, While they engage in another row. I stifle my cries with my sleeve Because if they hear me, I'd become the next subject of their heated exchange. Each night, I cry myself to sleep. I dream of parents who love each other. I dream of laughter replacing the tense atmosphere in the house. I dream of nights of silence instead of infuriated voices. I dream only to wake up to reality. It has come as no surprise. My parents have divorced. I know it's not my fault, But I can't help but blame myself. I miss having both of my parents Living in the same house. I can't freely talk about one parent to the other Before they twist my story into a horrible narrative of their ex-partner. I'm tired of alternating between two houses. I'm tired of the awkward moments whenever my parents see each other at my school events. I'm tired of each parent trying to be the better parent. So, I'm going back to sleep, To dream of a time my parents loved each other.