Every day
the mayhem pounds a dull nail
deeper
and deeper
into my throbbing brain.

Pound,
pound,
pound,
the hammer
beats on.

Shielding my eyes
and ears
from the screams
reverberating through the house,
bickers of angry people.

Pound,
pound,
pound,
the hammer
beats on.

Creeping down the stairs
to the dark cave of
pain, hurt, aggrivation
only to met by masks
hastily thrown on.

Pound,
pound,
pound,
the hammer
beats on.

Tracks of rain
stain pale cheeks,
shiny decorations
under sad, pale eyes
blankly staring forward.

pound,
pound,
pound,
the hammer
beats on.

Lies, half-truths
spew from the lips
of ones I once
trusted,
blindly followed in life.

Pound,
pound,
pound,
the hammer
beats on.

They think they
know best
they wish to protect,
but all I want and need
is the truth.

Pound,
pound,
pound,
the hammer
beats on.

I hope
and pray,
one day
they'll yank
this nail away.

Until then,
pound,
pound,
the hammer
beats on.