A Collection of Poems and Writings of a Madwoman

Why are my Rainbows always so Blue

Why are my rainbows always so blue?
A question that lingers, a feeling so true.
In the garden of life, where joy should bloom,
Why does his shadow cast my heart in gloom?
Each step I take, each dream I chase,
He turns it cold, strips it of grace.
Where laughter should fill the air with light,
He twists it into something I must fight.

When I shine, he dims my glow,
A smile, a victory—his jealousy shows.
The world applauds, but it's never for me,
It's just a game, a tool for him to see.
I dance with joy, but he pulls me back,
A puppet with strings, caught in his track.
Every joy I feel, he makes it feel wrong,
A victory I've earned, yet I don't belong.

I can't have friends, can't share my days,
For every bond he seeks to erase.
He isolates me, keeps me confined,
Turning love into a prison, where I'm bound and blind.
He demands the spotlight, I fade into gray,
Where love should lift me, it pulls me away.
I reach for a hand, but he slaps it aside,
A constant reminder I'm his to decide.

Awards I win, the praise I seek,
Are just tools to make him feel weak.
Each triumph, each joy, he twists with disdain,
As if my happiness adds to his pain.
When I smile, he frowns, turning it sour,
Every bright moment becomes his darkest hour.
Even the smallest triumph, he steals away,
Making it mine only in the shadow of his sway.

Oh, how I long for freedom's embrace,
To live without fear, to find my own space.
But he's there, controlling, always in view,
Turning my rainbows into shades of blue.
He watches my every step, my every breath,
Feeding on my joy, while I starve to death.
I try to escape, but I'm tangled tight,
Bound by his will, caught in his fight.

And now I stand, a hollow shell,
Trapped in this torment, a never-ending hell.
The rainbows are gone, the colors all drained,
Left with the ache of love that's been chained.
What's left of me is fading away,
As his darkness takes more than I can say.