I Fear You

It's been 15 years now,
and I still can't get used to it.
A familiar sound is shrieking,
and shouting follows closely.

I can't stand the way we live,
everythings so controlled,
and always ends up in an argument.
The worst of it's never to be written down.

It's always someone elses fault,
never is anyone else right.
Blame it on the weak ones,
get the problem off your case.

This way we go about life,
isn't a healthy one at all.
I shouldn't need to be scared,
yet I am absolutely terrified.

Everyday I know what'll follow.
Dreading the moment I open a door.
I fear our household,I'd rather stay away.
It get's so much worse,

But thats never to be written down