Will you ever finish
what you started
when you promised
you would change
when you promised
you would turn
another page
that you would dig deep
into your emotions
to find
another way
to break these chains
of this twisted hidden
love of shame
of I'm sorry I promise
I won't hit you
again
depending
on what I feel
when frustration
becomes my pain
thinking
the only thing
I can change
is your face