My hands, freezing cold
The chill seeps deep into my bones
A blank stare is all I'm able to hold
But inside I'm terrified, outside frozen as stone

A confrontation, sits in front of me
Yelling, it pierces my sensitive ears, a candle no longer lit
It takes me back to my childhood, tension and heat
Now less heated, but enough to feel as if someone will get bit

Something simple, something unimportant
That's what the arguement's about
But after all I've...