My family and friends sing your praises.
They never see how your fist raises.
Your quiet and well behaved with visitors.
But loud and violent with me, one of your prisoners.

You could be a professional actor.
They don't even suspect how you attack her.
Wish you weren't so hidden and smart.
Maybe they'd see the pain you impart.

My teary eyes and silent pleas.
Just don't seem to make you agree.
My suffering is present.
But to you all ideas of it are pleasant.

I wish I could cry harder now.
The past pain seemed only the starter, ow.
The shadows on your face they are getting darker.
God please send me a knight in shining armor.