You know what?
At this point I'm doing it for me
Because I know
No matter how much I succeed
You will always find a fault

You know what?
I'm done
I'm done doing this for you
I'm done living in fear
Of you

I'm done going out of the house
With bruises and scrapes,
Not physical ones of course
Because once you hit me in the face
And that almost put you in jail
Your place,
But bruises and scrapes on my soul

Every foul word you utter
Pounds into me like golf ball sized hail
Every sacrilegious rant is like your fingers
Digging into me with fingernails
Every glare is spit in my face

So I'm no longer going to care about this place
I am going to suceed and fly far away
From your razor wire cage
Because as much as you want to keep me as your pretty little pet
Unlike your husband
You haven't clipped my wings yet!

And you never will
Because in a year
When I fly away
I will never come back

Because I have never needed you
And your ****
You can rot in hell
You controlling *****