Deranged

Tired of this life
Him and his ways.
Criticized as a mother
Worn down through the days.

Angry, screaming inside
From the depths of my soul.
Spitting black anguish
Struggling to fill that hole.

Empty, so emotionless,
Tired of the words he speaks.
I may look 'easy'
Though I am not weak.

He does underestimate me
But I'm stronger minded than he knows.
Sometimes I break completely
I will not let it show.

I live out everyday
Fighting the demons inside.
Pathetic, torn, twisted,
Almost out of my mind.

I'm either good or bad,
Gentle or hard nosed.
I cannot be both
To which am I opposed?

Cracking under the pressure
Nobody knows of the tears I cry.
The bruises I carry
The truths and the lies.

So look outside box
And judge with your own eyes.
Am I really who he says I am?
Someone for them to despise?

02/12/2012