Yet inside my heart you
pierce a hole,
then patch it up
to cover it whole.
–
Then punch me with
those venomous words
keep me insecure,
and stifle my verve.
–
That dreaded look
you cast my way,
unsteady my nerve
scare my wits all day.
–
Criticise my looks
when Im all dolled up,
shout over my chat
I’m not good enough.
–
Rough and hurtful touch
love would help me be freed,
hidden painful words
my mental anguish feed.
–
Worthless and shamed
want to get away,
yet you’re my dream man
with you I must stay.
