Mary

"Now, see what you made me do" That's what he always said After he shoved her to the floor Or banged the wall with her head Mary never understood Why he had changed He once was kind and gentle Now he seemed deranged Perhaps it was the liquor Mixed with the dope She used to try to help him But now she had lost all hope She always hid the bruises From everyone she knew But one day she'd had enough And planned what she'd do That night when he came home Drunk, as usual, and mean Mary ran to her room And got the gun unseen Mary shot him in the chest And as the bullet flew She smiled sweetly at him and said, "Now, see what you made me do."