Constance Gilmore Poet Rhyme

Who Am I

“You stupid, worthless piece of s***!
I can’t stand you, you dumb ass b****!”
Knocking me down with every syllable
As you drag me from the dining room table
Grabbed by my hair, my scalp is on fire
Thinking of when I smiled, now I’m a crier
You punch my face as if you hate me
Using your words to constantly berate me
I fight back but it’s of no use
I’m too weak against your abuse
Choking me, I feel light-headed
On my neck, his handprints are embedded
His eyes bloodshot, consumed with evil
His words, once loving, are now quite lethal
Brutally pounding at my self-esteem
Happiness seems to have only been a dream
What has happened? What did I do?
Why am I treated like s*** on your shoe?
I have gone above and beyond for you
My love for you has been loyal and true
Everything I do seems to provoke you
So on edge that I can’t even joke with you
Once strong and confident, I am now very meek
Unsure and afraid on when I should speak
I don’t even know the person I am anymore
She has withered away down to the core
I need to find her again for she has value
And leave your ass alone because it’s long overdue.

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Robert Pettit August 27, 2012 at 11:06 PM If this is for real, you don't have to take it anymore. You can have that SOB thrown in jail. Good way you have described everything here. Constance Gilmore August 27, 2012 at 11:09 PM It is for real but I left him 5 years ago and he went to jail for something unrelated but did serve a few years there. I am fine now, a lot stronger and wiser, and I couldn't be happier. Thank you so much for reading. :)