It's not ok
She stay's silent for the fear of him getting mad,
Though he's so stuck on himself he don't care if she's sad.
He cares about himself his wants and needs,
Off of her fear his angry soul feeds.
He waits to pounce like an animal on a hunt,
His daggers sticking out waiting to cut.
The words are sharp but he don't give a damn,
How in the world can he think he's a man?
Some women live this hell everyday,
Yet they make every excuse as to why they should stay.
Are they that broken down can they not see?
That they're life is worth more than misery.
If they put a little faith back in their heart,
Will they see they deserve a brand new start?
A life of no worries not being controlled,
Is what they could have if they would just let go.
Copyright © Monica Barrows | Year Posted 2015
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