Gods gift to the world
demands centre stage.
It has to go his way,
or it’s the highway to rage.
Stamping his feet
he throws his weight round,
giving lectures for hours
he likes hearing his sound.
A well practiced charmer
with the women he chooses,
his affection’s the prize,
it’s his girlfriend who loses.
And so begins my week of disgrace.
This is the point where I feel like really
speaking my opinion.
I guess I’m finally learning
to shut my mouth though.
The air is thick between us,
the silence is intense.
We fall to pieces over little things,
so quick to take offense.
When you look at me with violent eyes
I know your tempers at it’s peak.
Right on cue you’ll up and leave,
and then ignore me for a week.
I hate it when you’re angry with me.
Nothing I say makes any difference.
Nothing I say is right.
No matter what,
I am wrong.
It takes a lot of courage to stop the cycle of misery.
Admitting how bad it is, and asking for help isn’t an easy thing.
Pride struggles with accepting support and care from friends.
Questioning yourself weakens determination…
“Where things really as bad as they seemed at the time..?”
Things really were that bad.
It’s scary how easy it is to just give up, and return to the cycle.
It takes a lot of courage to break away from the cycle of misery.
I’m so proud of the steps you are taking, my friend.
You are not alone.
Smoke fills my brain
dulling my senses.
My emotions are null and void.
I’m now able to hear my head speak
without the interruption from my heart.
Our time has come.
Its been long enough.
A full stop is on standby,
waiting only for my nod.
What keeps stopping me?
You scare me when we fight.
I stop knowing who you are.
I’ve learnt to still my smart mouth
But that doesn’t get me far.
I’m wrong to disagree with you
no self defense from me.
How dare I walk out of the room
Disrespect is what you see.
You call me names
You mock my tears
You pretend it’s time to hit
You’re thrice my size and much more strong
You scare me out of shit.
Then off you storm in cold hard rage
I’m sobbing out my eyes.
The silent treatment takes the stage
Til I apologize.