Please Understand

I’m not having this.
Not putting up with it.
Not for another year.
Not this year.

Sitting here crying is not what I want.
It is not what I need.
Don’t you understand that this year means a lot to me?
It means my future.

You are stuffing it up,
With all your fights,
And tension.
If only you knew.

If you knew what you did to me,
Would you still do it?
If you knew what you did to me,
Would you still love me?

You don’t get it,
I swear you don’t.
You are to messed up in yourselves,
That you cannot see what is right in front of you.

You cannot see me.
You cannot see the trouble.
You cannot see your children,
Or how you have left them in rubble.

When I get the next chance to explode,
I really hope I take it.
Then I can let you in a little,
To the world we stare at every day.

That world where what you say,
What you do,
It affects us,
And it hurts us deep down.

We each have a different way of showing it,
But none of which,
Do you know about.
Least of all the things we hide.

Please,
One day,
Please,
Understand.