Keeping it G-Rated

I stare at the ceiling,
The fan spinning
And my thoughts running.
I wonder what's going on down the stairs,
My parents have not stopped screaming.
My heart is now bleeding.
Soon my brother walks in my room,
Staring at me as thoughts consume
I don't know what to tell him,
But he seems to already know.
As he curses under his breath,
A voice calls my name, sure death.
I get up and walk down the stairs,
Receiving only glares.
I sit down on a chair across from them,
Tears from my eyes begin to stem.
They sit and stare,
Their previous screams blare.
I am in fear of them,
I am not their 'blonde gem'.
They act burdened to see me
I feel my need to flee.
I don't wish to cry,
There will be no satisfaction given.
I am in fear, shock and awe at what is said
Right now I'd rather be dead!
They call me stupid, annoying,
Beast of burden,
Loud, frightening, ugly,
Now I don't wish to repeat some of this,
Keeping the show G-rated.
But they say such nasty things,
Making tears flood harder in my eyes.
I stare down at my thigh,
I've tried to lose weight because they lie.
Oliver, my dear brother, runs down the stairs,
His vicious teeth he blares,
At our parents he glares.
He tells them to leave me be,
I have something they just don't see.
Some more things I wish not repeat,
Again, I want to keep this G-rated.
He keeps on going, saying his profanes,
Parents shout them back at him.
I stare up at them all,
The youngest in this house
Shall now raise her voice.
I scream, and they all stop.
Finally I can get my voice in,
Without profanes, of course,
I'll keep it G-rated.
They all ignore me,
But I feel better now.
I had my voice in,
I can go to bed feeling proud.