Your Words
My pain runs deep like water in a cave.
The hurt you have caused I will never be the same.
You tell me how you feel and make me believe what you say is real.
The cuts and blood I bare on my skin are your words.
The words that you say to make me think I am crazy.
Maybe I am but I will never know because you have me thinking so.
I hide my tears and cuts and pain that I think is what makes me insane.
Why hide the truth of how it is to live like I do.
But how to expose you without being made out to be a fool.
My cuts are real, my pain is deep, and I will die one day and be set free.
The mask I wear is suffocating me to have to wear.
My death might come faster so do beware.
I doubt if I get the chance to make you the fool.
Your power over me is your tool.
Everybody thinks you are a saint.
The greatest thing since chocolate cake.
I am living in your shadow of greatness.
When I am the one who has kept us together.
Raise a family and done everything for the better.
But yet I hear it everyday how great you are.
How lucky I am to have you and all that you do.
Well here is the truth.
Yeah you are great to the kids I commend you for that.
You are great at beating me, downgrading me, and calling me names.
You are even great at telling me I am a failure time and time again.
Yes I am fat; yes I am ugly but remember you married me.
No I wasn’t fat then I know this but baring your children didn’t help a bit.
When I try to loose it you get all bent out of shape.
But as long you make me think I am crazy everything will be just fine.
As I smile and go along with what you say, this is all I have to say.
Copyright ©2007 Charlotte L. Atwell