Oh, so this is what you look like under all that skin, baby
You are holding back enough to never feel a win
After you begin to bend,
you can’t hold it within
You begin to branch out
All you want is out
She begins to sprout like a sapling
Barely holding on to life
Begging to not hold on to the pasts’ strife
Almost like a knife barely hitting the skin
It’s nowhere to be found now,
But it still leaves a scar
She holds on to her prayers
Holding back almost every word
Tears escape from her sockets
She fears him
But loves him
She always lived by his traditions
She knows better
She knows he will never prevail
She keeps getting trapped in his webs
Almost like a sick addiction
She has to get out
Before he takes all she has left
Her soul is drifting away
She must hold on
To the untold stories of her shower
She must let go of his lust
She knows he is unjust
She just let go
She is going through a transformation
To be reincarnated into something more
Than a piece to his master puzzle