A broken cup….or me?

​Sitting still, 
Chaos around me,
I’ve gone cold,
Inside’s empty,
The shouts get louder,
I know how it goes,
The afterschool meltdown,
The whole street knows.

Standing still,
In view; exposed,
I am drained,
The door is closed,
Meltdown continues,
I want to flee,
I’m stuck here watching,
Please don’t touch me.

On the table,
I hear the cries,
The angers raging,
That look in her eyes,
Shes’ lost control,
She picks me up,
I’m thrown away,
….a broken cup.

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