Don't ask, just don't. I will probably write more happy stories in the future. The poem is told as a small child, who's father is angry. The POV changes in the last paragraph to the father's.

I would really appreciate a beta reader!

Behind my door, through the wall

My papa yells at my mama

He's angry at her, but I don't know why

Behind my door, through the wall

My papa hits my mama

He's angry at her, but I don't know why.

Behind my door, through the wall

My papa throws my mama

He's angry at her, but I don't know why.

Behind my door, through the wall

My mana bleeds because of my papa

He's angry at her, but I don't know why.

Behind my door, through the wall

My papa holds my mama

He's not angry at her, but I still don't know why.

Behind my door, through the wall

My papa cries for my mama

He's angry at himself, not her, and now he knows why.

Behind my child's door, through the wall

I hear him cry for his mama

Who he will miss, because know it's too late.