I'll be quiet
I'll be compliant
I'll be happy
With a smile
But I can't help to wonder
What you're pulling out from under
My body is falling
I am calling
Out for help
I'll be quiet
I'll be compliant
I'll be happy
With a smile
According to you I have to be
I can't let anyone see
The things you've done to me
I have to hide the bruises
To everyone he introduces
Can't let them see what he's done
I'll be quiet
I'll be compliant
I'll be happy
With a smile
He gets away with it
He fucking gets away with it
No one knows what he's done to me
No one believes what he's done to me
Because he'll always say
I wasn't quiet
I wasn't compliant
I wasn't happy
I never had a smile
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts In The Three AM
Poetrydon't judge. it's depressing and is going into my book. Edit: it's not going in a book, but it is a way for me to keep my emotions on a page instead of in my head
