Prisoner

The tears are rolling down fast now,
She knows she has to escape somehow.

She looks down at her arms and sees it.
She can’t stay here and deal with this shit.

She knows she is a prisoner of love,
If she could get a sign, even if from above.

But then she laughs mockingly at herself.
She is like a pretty little doll propped on a shelf.

They think she has a perfect life.
And is a wonderful mom, and loving wife.

She wipes her face as not to leave to trace.
She has no where to go, not a single place.