When you're around,
The complex and unforgiving world,
Seems so simple,
So beautiful,
I can believe there is such thing,
As happiness,
Because when you smile,
I don't have to pretend

Religion serves pure purpose,
As provider of hope,
Beyond this world,
It is not truth,
Not justice alike,
It does not retain the power to condemn,
Tortured and tempered citizens,
It holds no right to govern,
The yound minded,
Or dictate the opinions of society,
It is nothing but hope,
For the fearful

I wonder,
At the world,
Far more beautiful,
Drowned in rainfall,
Than the too-bright sunshine,
I wonder,
Where is the happiness?

I've been feeling this way.
For days now,
So sick inside,
From chills to fevers,
Stomach turning over,
Shaken,
So hot I'm cold,
Unsure if I can hold back,
The acid in my throat,
I'm in knots,
Twisted and queasy,
I'm not sick,
I'm just looking at you

The seconds pass,
Ever so slowly,
So many questions,
I wish to ask you,
But too afraid am I,
Of the answers,
Of your reaction,

Will I appear too honest,
Too naive and curious,
But how can I ignore,
Our constant conversation,
Never ceasing,
Or the anger that consumes you,
When he hurts me so,

The way you seem,
So over-whelmed by desire,
Yet so cautious around me,
As though I am a fragile piece of glass,
And too rough or honest a word,
Might shatter me,
Leaving me broken and beyond repair

Such a soft sound,
Is rain,
Disguising tears,
That fall just as heavily,
And to lie,
Carefree under the downpour,
Droplet after droplet,
Soaking your clothes,
Washing away thoughts,
As if the gentle rain,
Could purge the lonely world,
Of darkness

Hostile and aggressive,
You stamp your foot,
The floor trembling beneath us,
You raise your hand,
Oh God, don't hurt me,
My stomach in knots,
I see that look on your face,
Ready to inflict pain,
On my fragile body,
But your hand slams down,
On the dresser, shaking violently,
I'm not relieved,
I can see the violence,
In your black eyes,
*Please don't hurt me