Triggering (Abuse): Fist pound

[WhisperingSilence]

Dad slurs
Silence stirs
It's a bit of a blur
Names he shouts
He's worse for wear
Yet he begins to head for the stairs
I hide but it way to late
He knows I'm here I prepare to meet my fate
Fists pound
My body hits the ground
Another night spent crying myself to sleep
The world it never does weep
For the people like me behind closed doors
Holding in secrets that they're to scared to speak.

[Coffee.]

I like this a lot, I can see the story very vividly. I might work on the rhyme scheme a bit, it's a bit Dr. Suess like, but I really love the theme! You have a talent with words.