Paper Thin

I make sure my door is shut tight
Not locked, because I might get in trouble for that
There is Trouble drifting up on an unwelcome wind, hot air from the dining room
And now I know what they mean when they say walls are paper-thin
I don't mean to hear it, nor do I want to
In fact
I hope that one day it will stop and I won't have to anymore
But it's been this way as long as I can remember
I'd by lying if I said I wasn't scared
No, not terrified
But yes, I am scared of the hot air and the
Anger and the temper and the
Hurt
I am as used to it as I ever will be, I think because this is not something you really get used to
It's something you wish away
I love them both
But they don't love each other
Not in this moment, nor the ones before it or after
I feel like a little girl
Hiding in her room, again
And I realize that is just what I am