If only

they knew the truth about your wicked ways.

The breath so hot it feels like a dragon breathing down my neck.

The strength of your words always feel like I’m drowning with bricks tied to my feet.

The days that I count until you’re not around to hunt me down like a wolf looking for its next meal.

The sweat I feel dripping down my neck as I fear what will happen to me if I mess up again in front of you.

No witnesses to watch you take your anger out on me.

I want to be free from this prison I live in only to wander through life not knowing what to do next with my desire to be free at last.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

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