It started around midnight.

“You’re a martyr – just like your mother,” yelled my mother.

“You’re a dictator – just like your father,” yelled my father.

Eight years old and listening through plaster walls they’d built themselves, I wondered which parts of them had collided in me.

They thought I was asleep.

Jasmine Beth writes and performs songs, stories and poems. She lives in Sydney, but tours Australia and the UK regularly. Follow her at jasminebeth.com.