I beg you to wake up, and wipe the sleep from your eyes.
"Let me stay a little while, there might be a surprise."
The words are from your lips, but are they from your heart?
  Are they just a wish, to justify the start.
I hear your pleading words, but do not see your eyes.
Still asleep you are, waiting for your prize.
A reward for your silence, a strapping for your sighs
quickly learn your place, or be stained by your cries.
Happiness redefined, as a blind eye to the lies
a fear of setting anger, to calling out the guise.
Sitting still you wonder, if silence saved your fray
or did it just postpone, what awaits a future day.
Scared.. alone, you're told -you have been good today..
your prize is my anger, held back for a brief play
- An act of subtle mercy, emotions lightly touched
a breath you've been granted, a band-aid for your cuts.