Mask worn day in and day out.
Dance like a seal to keep from argument.
Performance worthy of awards and trophies.
Little does anyone know.
Every second with you poisons my soul.
Terror keeps me awake.
The four hours you permit me to take.
All so I can climb back on that wheel.
Make another wodge for you to legally steal.
Cyanide smile.
Murder right behind those eyes.
Vicious with vitriol.
You demand control.
Shackled away from prying eyes.
You bully with threats of bloody suicide.
Digging deeper into my battered skin.
All marks temporary and publicly hidden.
Doll out on display.
My mind has long since begun to fray.
Toxins pump in my blood.
If only your reality was not misunderstood.
Sadly you exude calm and joy.
Cyanide smile.
Murder right behind those eyes.
Vicious with vitriol.
You demand control.
Victim is the word out your mouth.
You not me is what you spout.
My head spinning from your endless noise.
Freedom, I beg but am ignored.
Rather you slip in another dig.
Pain afflicted.
You swear it’ll end if I obey.
Meekly I say; I believe you and its ok.
Again I’m in a trap you laid out for me.
Cyanide smile.
Murder right behind those eyes.
Vicious with vitriol.
You demand control.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 