Him or Me
Him or Me
Who shall I be?
Will I act one way
to Her appease?
Or be myself
happy and carefree?
Different names
for different acts.
How hard can it be you ask?
You'd be surprised
by how difficult it may be.
To not mess up,
not act strangely
and risk Her anger, Her hate,
Her wrath.
You can't defend.
You can't attack.
You can only pray for it to end.
You can only hope that this time
it will end, that her rage will
cease. That someone
will hear your mental cries
and stop her before
you are no more.
All day, every day
you live in fear.
Hoping for help, a savior, a knight
not daring to tell the truth
about your clumsy fall, absentminded trip,
accidental cuts, bruises, and scrapes.
Avoiding home yet not daring to defy Her.
Evading family, friends, and others,
hardly daring to get close.
Hoping, praying that one day,
you can be yourself,
with nothing to hide.