Is It me?

Confusion upon contusions

sleepless nights and no solution

wondering why it is you're suffering under this cruel

tyranny, but you're sure it'll get better.

This can't be all there is. Surely, it'll get better

Surely, he will wake up one day and accept her

Surely, he will wake up and realise he'd oppressed

Surely, he just needs time to cool off and depress

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Time goes by and I realise nothing's changed

maybe I got it wrong. maybe I am the one to change?

maybe if I adjust he won't do it again?

maybe if I'm nicer he would be nice in turn

we can get back to how things once were and learn

to love each other again and spur

love and compassion far more than before.

I'm sure he loves me...

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She grinds and always tries to please him

damaging herself to always try and appease him

but nothing changes and she's always beneath him

consistently cruel because he knew she'd never leave him

no matter how hard he swings, she comes back to him

no matter how harsh he stings, she's right back next to him

he's living like a king and she's obviously obsessed with him

she'll never dare leave him...

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Years go on and she had been strong and immovable

she survived and fought hard in this crucible

making dinner, doing the laundry and all the usual

but today, something happened. Inexcusable.

He commented on her casserole and something cracked

inside her mind she couldn't deal with the fact

that he cleared the plate and then said "it ain't all that"

she felt the cuts and bruises flare up and react.

She went into the kitchen, eyes glazed like cataract

she took out the plates and dessert that she had packed

she opened the storage door where cleaning things were stacked

and reached in and grabbed poison for the rat.

he doesn't love me...

Today they'll both be gone. That is her final act.