I’m pretty sure he knows.
I can see it in his eyes.
He is searching mine
and the silence.
He slams my head and calls me a hoe.
He screams in my face; the lies
all replay in my mind.
And the violence.
It’s hard telling people you know,
showing them your disguise
I tell them I’m fine.
And the silence.
The anger never shows.
He keeps telling lies.
His voice keeps playing in my mind,
his voice keeps playing in my mind!
And the violence.
I’m pretty sure they know.
I can see it in their eyes.
Searching for that love of mine.
And I’m silent.
