Little Sister

My little one's home
Just walked through the door
Didn't say a word
As usual
Sometimes you'd never even know
She was here
Other times she screams so loud
You wonder where in the world
All that anger is coming from
Sometimes you hear
Loud crashes and things
Banging against the walls
Another material possesion
Suffers at the hand of rage
Sometimes when you look at her
She stares back
With cold eyes and shrieking words
But none the less
She is my little one
And I'm glad she's home