I am in a middle of a war,
Between myself and my sanity,
Between all hate and anxiety,
In a hushed war that hides a scar.

Away from your sniffy grudge,
I have to camouflage,
With a cheerful facade.

Coz' this internal torment can't show,
I can't let them know,
That the one I lovingly married,

Is now the one pointing a gun at my head.