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I feel suffocated in my own home

The hostility and bitterness clouds the air like pollution

Filling our lungs and our hearts 

Until the dinner table is silent except for silverware scraping the plates

And moms heavy sighs 

I can feel dads eye roll from three seats away

Their voices only sound like gunshots

The crack no longer makes me flinch

It's the new normal

Like global warming

We all just accept it

At first we tried little things to fix it

But the blame that was placed cannot be taken away

The unhappiness that circles the table cannot be erased 

I hold back the tears that want to erupt angrily from my eyes 

I bite my lip to keep from screaming 

I keep quiet 

To stay loved 

Silently planning my escape from the hell I was born into