Abuse

twin2

I hurt for her,
with each word I hear.
I feel so much anger,
each time she sheds a tear.

I burn with each secret she reveals.
I don't like the complication to be so damn real.
I've watched on the sidelines,
each time she's worn a frown.
I've unhappily agreed to turn my back,
each time he's put her down.

Fear is her one steady breath,
with a bizarre living hatred that sleeps beside her in bed.
She was forced to be molded into someone else,
made to walk on eggshells, always questioning herself.

Living by principles, that are not really her own.
Never feeling welcome in her own home.
With scars on her heart, body, and mind,
feeling so old and tired inside.

How many excuses can one person make?
How much understanding can one person forsake?

I've always known she deserves better than this.
She deserves to feel the taste of a genuine kiss.
And real love to smile a light on the path she's crawled upon,
with a heart and mind that beat steady and strong.

I've been a shoulder she has cried upon.
Been like a sponge, listening to what she holds inside.
Praying she will find the strength one day,
to make that long overdue, badly needed change.
And the open wounds will heal,
and she can once again live and love how she feels!