And voices echo through my door
As I pretend to sleep in my bed.
Night after night hearing b**** and whore,
And you stayed, sacrificing my childhood to
Hear those words instead.
Always knowing anger.
Always seeing the violence.
Making a husband out of a stranger,
Only to be trapped by love's deafening silence.
And to this life I was born,
Only to know love's pain.
And inside I am torn,
I whisper pray every night, 'Please don't let me become the same.'
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Published: February 2006