When will this torture stop?

Everyday is pain

Every living breathing hour spent is marked by cold, harsh, calculated, pure and simple,

Pain.

Do you hate me?

Am I that repulsive that you must try to efface me?

I try to stay out of your way

To avoid your stare.

You are here

I am there up between the stairs.

The music goes louder

As the shouts become clearer

The music goes louder

When will you two stop the noise?

Something hits the wall, an aim that missed

Your plan has backfired, yet again.

The music gets louder

Louder.