Private Hell She waits, who will it be that walks through the door? Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde? shes walking on egg shells all the time When its good everything is right with world When its not it is a private hell that opens, trying to swallow her whole Overture to accusations and suspicion, as if she is on trial defending herself The mental barrage and the fear of it wears her down Hands are being raised but not of comfort or aide, rather to inflict pain She listens to the taunts from the accuser, Youve made me this way. Youve make me act like this. Nobody wants you. The torment plays out in her mind What did I do? Maybe its true? Maybe I deserve this? These are nothing but lies, though lies, doubts and fears take hold She looks in the mirror and doesnt even believe she is beautiful He is destroying her piece by piece Were not promises made to love and cherish? The love she has for him inch by inch is perishing He is totally oblivious Often she has heard him say, It will never happen again. Never seems to come She hopes it will get better, he will change she tells herself But deep down she knows a leopard cannot change its spots The door awaits to leave this living death, set out into the land of the living A decision must be made, fear in staying and the fear of leaving She must be brave and make a move, Where she will be loved and cherished, hearing the words that heart longs to hear I love you, I need you, you are all I want and you are beautiful
Posted on: Thu, 07 Nov 2013 20:58:37 +0000
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