I KNOW.

He says I am unworthy                                  Undeserving of the very air I breathe          He says I am weak                                          Worthy only to be trampled upon                  He wants to be in control                      No matter the method                                    Control is the name of the game.                                                                                       She blames me                                              Even when she hurts me

She thinks she is popular

So others can go to blazes

She pushes me so against the wall

I am tempted to react

Turn her own game on her.

He lays down the rules

Even though he can not follow any

He wants my respect by force

Even though he concedes none

He thinks violence is cool

A way to maintain the power

He seized by same force.

She is without natural affection

Inflicting pain a routine

She is calculative

Manipulative, seemingly charismatic

Yet so inhuman

Never stopping to consider

The effect of her actions.

 

I no longer fear

Your constant attacks

I am free from your evil plots and plans

I am armed

With the truth

I know deep inside

You are filled with fear.

 

I know that deep inside

You suffer much more

Than those those you afflict

You put up appearances

Wear a cloak

Over your insecurities

Your self-doubt, your inadequacies.

 

I know you need help

Much more than I do

I know your are scared

Much more than I am

I know you feel frustrated

Annoyed with everyone and everything

Unable to maintain decorum.                                                                                                                                                                             So I will hold out                                               An olive branch        

With the hope that you      

Will change your ways      

Be undeceived however    

Because In will action      

Whenever necessity calls for it.