The Flip

I remember fun like I've woken from a dream Talking utter nonsense, riffing on a theme Dancing with the dog and phoning up a friend Not dragged down by disapproval about to descend I know all the things are about to hit the fan But I'll embrace this moment if only I can Mid poem and the messages begin Everything I'm doing it all just to get at him He spent all his time upstairs, says I isolated I must listen as I'm again berated All these things I do damage him immensely All the pressure descends on me intensely He may not know but he's behaving textbook style Ways that should control me through from kind to hostile The verbal blows are low now, hitting pretty hard Probably worse from being caught off guard I know I don't need to prove who's right and wrong All I need to do is try and be strong What will freedom mean for me Do I have the energy My chest is tight What if he's right All I see now Is the long Night