In answer to your question
(Which cut me to the core)
I cry because
I am not allowed to love
Who I want,
The way I want,
And this is an impossible demand.
I keep my heart in a cage
So that others don’t get hurt,
But I do,
Over and over again.
I take the punches,
As if I deserve them.
The world is an abusing spouse,
And I, the frightened little mouse,
Comply.