Shame

Across the room, I hear the cry. 1
And I know why
it’s filled with rage,
For such an age.

I look toward my sister’s bed.
I see instead
two shadows dance
in awkward stance.

I cry inside, with guilt... and glee.
Tonight I'm free.
With tears that burn.
It’s not my turn.

Minute poetry has sixty total syllables. Three stanzas of 8,4,4,4. This is attempted in iambic meter with a couplet rhyme scheme.

Footnotes
1  The sexual harrassment of children should be a severely punishable offense. The guilty parties rights should be stripped and they should, at the very least, spend the rest of their sick lives in an institution.