I'm a wanderer, a nomad...I do
Lie to me again
I know you will
Decieve this poor heart of mine
I didn't need it anyway
You caused me to be stone
Oblivious to emotion
Callous to the sound of my heart breaking
Leaving me aching
And all you can do is say
You deserved it anyway
I've made your life a hell, you say
Well, look at what you've done to mine
The sky grows dark when your shadow appears
Coming towards me with malice in your eyes
A fist full of furry
Otherwise a brick
Hits me hard, hits me fast
Bruises me beyone comprehension
And when I cry, you look past me
Indifferent, as you disregard it
As something that I had coming to me
What do you see?
When you look at my battered face, what do you see?
A little girl who needed to be dicsiplined?
A horrible waste that needed to be shown
just how vile she was?
And what do you expect
What do you demand of me?
What is it that I should do
In order to get you to be satisfied
With what you've done?
Burn...that's what I do
I burn at the thought of you
My face hurts when I think of it
My body grows numb and incoherent
And I must remain your subservient
In order to stay in corner
You have backed me into
"It was my love that did us both to death. " -Sylvia Plath