there were secrets that couldn't
possibly be talked about.
pride mostly taken over and that's
without a doubt.

kicked and scratched up and many
times knocked to the floor.
a screaming man's voice never heard,
no authorities knocked at the door.

tortured for being kind and a hostage
trying to keep afloat.
afraid for his voice to heard and even
afraid to write a note.

a common conversation would be a
reason for a fight.
if things didn't go her way and if she
didn't think it was right.

he stood and he took his bruises like
some say you should take as a man.
she took it as an entitlement without
making efforts to try to understand.

she didn't care how much pain she
caused, it was just her way.
she became more violent with the
abuse, believing it was all okay.

she didn't care about his feelings or
what anybody else would think.
she could cover it all up with a smile
and with an eye blink.

it was all about her feelings and it
was all about her having control.
he was living in a world that says
that a man shouldn't bare his soul.

this man lived his life thinking that
life was to always be this way.
thinking abused men should be quiet
without having one word to say.

she lives her life daily and without
losing any sleep at night.
continuing to be the abuser and to
believing that she's still right.