Regress

Regress

And all of a sudden, I was back, Hiding under the covers.

No one heard me crying

He was shouting too loud

He was always too loud

No one ever heard me crying

Back under the covers, Back at the kitchen table, Back on the black leather couch, Back to being the scared little kid.

Not crying for mommy, Crying so daddy might stop.

No matter how loud I was, He'd never stop.