Every day, indeed…yes

Dosing me…I confess

A little comment here

And there…

How much more

…can I bear

I am losing my confidence

Myself

…someone

Pleaseeee…help

I know I am not prefect

I see it in the mirror

It reflects

I’m no hero

But, why does he reminds me daily

Why am I the punching bag

I long for a quiet day

One, where he would have

…nothing

To say

Perhaps, I’ll dream it up

…perhaps

I ‘ll give up

I don’t know

Time’s been moving really slow

…of late

You see, that’s what happens

…living with a man you hate

No, no…hate is a strong word

…it has a punch

It spreads, like a poison through the veins

Like a mist through the air, when it rains

I yearn for a peace in my mind

Why is it

…so hard to find

One day I will break the chains

…release

All the poison from my veins

For now…

He, is the boss

…he holds the reins