Shattered glass and tears streamed faces
Down then corridor with the broken photos
Screams and shouts thrown back and forth
And someone slams a door

Mom is in her room crying
As dad has to sleep on the sofa once again
My brothers are fighting
And I sit breaking the thin skin above my wrists

On the outside we act so happy
Almost like a doll family
But inside it's nothing but arguments
Terror and pain

We invite the guests for dinner
And I greet them politely
Whispering lightly
Welcome to my broken home.