I have begged and pleaded
For the pressure to cease...
To let me be happy, in love and at peace..
Devouring whats left of my sanity,
Until nothings left, resembling me.

No one knowing my turmoil and strife..
The conflict and pain of my everday life.
How many times can the word "NO" be said?
My heart filled with pain, hestitancy and dread.

You use words like a weapon
To wound , soothe or maim
Cutting deeply or softly..
Its all one in the same.

You asked for forgiveness,
I gave more than my share...
Trying so hard to show you
That others really do care.

But its like an art to you
Deftly weaving whats true
Like an intricate web
Only giving a clue

You cry pain and injustice
For others to see...
Sitting back and then watching
What will happen to me.

I will be silent no more
But at what cost to me?
No more manipulation,
I am free of your tyranny

You see...Love isnt a weapon
To be wielded by you
Its mine to take back..
So my heart can be true!