Her smile is infectious. She's both delicate and beautiful And I can't find the logic that makes me so resentful.
My words are ice, are cutting But, I can't hold them back The torrent keeps on coming 'til her demeanor cracks
I hear her wounded echos But she's stranded there, alone And there's none to blame for her abuse I did it on my own.
And as her cries call to me Guilt stirs So does sympathy But, I'm trying to teach a worthy lesson Those tears won't mean protection.
I'm trying hard to lend a hand. One day, she'll come to understand. Then, that anguish in her eyes won't destroy her on the inside.
See, each whipping - from my temper - gives an opportunity. Like ones I've used to wrap myself in walls that boast security.
*All this is disastrous her heart is filled with madness an anger always feeding but she didn't show now she can't tell her life's a twisted Hell
Story: When she sees beauty, she destroys. This girl hopes that her abuse will somehow make the other stronger. After all it has worked for her. The last stanza is from the eyes a girl who sees what the abuser cannot.