The screams echo off the distant wall,
the sound of punches never once stall.
Hands over my ears, hidden underneath
noone to find me, for I am beneath.

The words of hatred fly out like poison,
the baby sceams for you to stop.
I look at him and pick him up,
to take him underneath with me.

We sit there holding eachother crying,
covering our ears to the fighting undying.
I hold my little brother trying,
I have to be strong for him instead of hiding.

I leave him here underneath,
as I walk out to face the fight.
Wanting to go back underneath,
I walk into both their sight.

They keep on fighting as they tell me to leave,
I keep walking until im in the middle of them.
They relise then that I will not leave,
not this time not without one of them.

My mother tried to take my hand but i refused,
my step-father did the same thing, refused.
I looked at them and only wanting to be underneath,
said "You fight again and I'll leave with my brother."

They looked astonished as I walked away,
but not a fight was fought any other day.
Now I no longer have to cower in fear,
beneath a desk, underneath in my world.