I step out of the shower
And into my room
You stand there accusingly
My space enclosed like a tomb
I rock as you leave me
I cry as you walk
I'm left at the top
While you go down and talk
I sit there silent
I'm scared to move, or make a sound
You think this is fun?
I resist my fists to pound
I stand again, but calmer
I put a chair against the door
At the thought of you returning
And leaving me on the floor.