Domestic violence
Often lives in silence
Not to be spoken of
Always hidden in shame
Never the perp
To take any blame
Always pointing the finger
At the one that lingers in silence
Not making any waves
To avoid any violence
Mental abuse
Paralyzing me with fear
Often left wondering
How'd I get here
Living in a glass house
Quiet as a church mouse
Not knowing when the cracks may appear
Why can't I make him happy?
Constantly hiding all my tears
I've lost myself living amongst him,
Living in fear
This life of insanity,
Of compromising love
Has me forgetting who I am
Who I once was
Only thing I am certain of is
This isn't what we call love