M's Poetry
Tell Yourself
Tell Yourself
The bruises are all part
of his dirty system
you've been in so long
you are conditioned
thinking in this way
is where you belong
I am nothing without him
he is my rock
the only one he said I could rely upon
tell yourself
I know he will do better
once he gets a job
things will be smoother
tell yourself
maybe it was my fault
I have been pushing too much
now I must pay the cost
shaking violently I am,
once again.....
The screams splits the mirror
short periods of loneliness
life so wrecked....bittersweet eerie
no longer sane
just a robot you became
you never thought
you would end this way
and you used to be so independent
but one look into his cold, cold eyes
and you descent
you have become everything
you have grown to regret
tell yourself
I know I can do better
got to find the strength
to fight to maybe my last dying inch
tell yourself
it was not my burden
I am not his prisoner
he's not my warden
got to leave at any cost
before this life is lost
fades to black
is there a light somewhere
left in these cracks?
2007@ Megan Watkins
The bruises are all part
of his dirty system
you've been in so long
you are conditioned
thinking in this way
is where you belong
I am nothing without him
he is my rock
the only one he said I could rely upon
tell yourself
I know he will do better
once he gets a job
things will be smoother
tell yourself
maybe it was my fault
I have been pushing too much
now I must pay the cost
shaking violently I am,
once again.....
The screams splits the mirror
short periods of loneliness
life so wrecked....bittersweet eerie
no longer sane
just a robot you became
you never thought
you would end this way
and you used to be so independent
but one look into his cold, cold eyes
and you descent
you have become everything
you have grown to regret
tell yourself
I know I can do better
got to find the strength
to fight to maybe my last dying inch
tell yourself
it was not my burden
I am not his prisoner
he's not my warden
got to leave at any cost
before this life is lost
fades to black
is there a light somewhere
left in these cracks?
2007@ Megan Watkins
