The Voice of My Silence

Victim

my voice wasn't loud enough
maybe that is why he yelled
a few sweet nothings and some love
and we held back what we felt.

then I didn't wear my smile right,
it was ok that I went to bed with a bruise..
it would hurt only for that night
and would be history after his romantic boat cruise.

i fell off the stairs
i ran into the door
that's what I tell anyone who cares.
I take the blame for his fall..
I'm the one provocative After all,

all the doors are locked when I try to leave
They say I'm not strong enough if I try to give up.
Love is endurance they say, Even when the going gets tough
What's a helpless girl to do ?