Head Held High


Hearing the screaming and shouting in my house,

I don't know what to do but grip my blouse.


I used to think "This is where it all ends",

But I looked past that and started to ascend.


From all the pain and the rage,

I immediately had to disengage.


With my problems aside,

And my head held up high.


I learned that life is not that bad

So no point to become so mad.






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