I see your lips moving,
But I can't hear you anymore,
I stare at you with wide eyes,
All I want to do is run out the door.
You say you were angry,
You ask me to understand,
We both notice I flinch when you touch,
My still tender cheek with your coarse hand.
I hate what you did to me,
I hate all of your cruelty,
But poor little William and sweet little Annie
Would never understand if I chose to ran free.
I look at you smile at my children,
All I see is the blood on the bed,
I look at my children smile so carefree,
And I choose to believe it was all in my head.
Copyright © Anjani Gupta | Year Posted 2018