My New Responsibility

Here they go again,
The arguing and fights.
Why can't they just get on?
Everyone has their rights.

I stand in the hallway,
Waiting for them to cool down.
The tension is still burning,
And my head is spinning round.

I wish I could help,
And stop the horrid wars.
This Christmas is gonna suck,
I want no more slamming doors.

I run into their row,
Shouting for them to stop.
I say "Mum it's time to go"
Before someone calls a cop.

My dad stops and folds his arms,
And my mother quiets down.
I show my mother out,
And shoot my dad a frown.

That is how it's gonna be,
Me being the adult of the show.
My parents being children,
In the ridiculous row.