You come home in the evening
With your suit jacket on
And you flick all of the light switches in the house.
They were on now they're off.
You get overstimulated sometimes
So I close the blinds.
Is it better now that the world can see us?
Is it better when you can't see me
And when I can't see a way out?
You always joked that you would lock me in
And block all of the exits
I don't think it's a joke anymore.
When you left in the morn'
With your suit jacket
still on the bedroom floor
I tried to open the door to give it to you
But it was locked
And you had left me without a key
I opened the blinds
But our neighbors were inside
So here I am
Waiting for you to come back to me
Helplessly
I should have taken your jokes more seriously
Because you left me here trapped
Without a key
-kay
I used to have a difficult time understanding when people were joking or not, it's something I've had to learn over the years. I wanted to write about the repercussions of that. Obviously this is much worse than any of the affects it has had on me but I wanted to show how a simple misunderstanding could really impact someone's life. This poem also mentions the difficult subject of domestic abuse which I think is really important to be mentioned in media.
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