No words will ever cut me as badly
Doesn't matter I'm not enough
No eyes will be ever be as fiery
Doesn't matter I'm not enough
No actions will ever be as cruel
Doesn't matter I'm not enough
Why am I not enough
Tired, so tired of this
Mrs. Jekyll and Hyde
Never enough for you
I'll never be good enough for you
Racist, violent, ignorant
Everything is beneath you
Everyone is beneath you
I am beneath you
It's too little, it's too small, it's not enough!
It's not right, it's not straight, it's not white
Loud you're too loud, I'm too loud
I can't stand it, the need to be graveyard quiet
What am I, who am I
If not a flower in the wind
Trying to fly away from you
From your stings and your taunts
Your shouting, your touch
Breaking glass
Breaking glass is what it sounds like in my house
The raised hysterical voice of a woman on the edge of loosing it
The thundering voice of him knocking it over
He's had enough of it
I'll go out tonight I'll find another woman he says
She begs and she pleads but she rages as well
I'll be better she says/Do you think I can't find another man she says
It's not enough
As the clock hits the 21st hour she comes to me
I hate you she screams
Your fault it's all you
YOU ARE READING
Loud
Short StoryDomestic violence. What does it feel like? Look like? Sound like? I'll tell you in one word...loud.
