A Boom

Screaming, Yelling, Tears being shed, All I hear ringing through my head. Paper flying, cascading across the room, I'm witnessing another boom. Hidden emotions leaping from every direction, Not a single sign of remorse or affection. "It's all your fault, It's always about you", she screams, but it's just not true. I try to fill her every demand, but she wants too much from one set of hands. I cannot look into her eyes, because they drive fear and shivers down my spine. I don't like these booms, but the aftermath is worse. I hate when she does this, she says I'm the cause, but there is nothing I can do, because it cannot be my fault.