Quietly she waits for the other pin to drop
Hidden in the hallway, there’s no way to make it stop
The shouting, the yelling, the throwing of hands
She listens and listens, but she can’t understand
Why can’t love be the answer
Or humor, or glee
Why must there be anger
And violence, and greed
She’s stuck, she’s a child
There hiding again
Seeking a solution to a problem
She doesn’t understand
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