She walks along a rigid path,
On eggshells she knows she must tread..
Where she once dreamt of quiet walks along a romantic beach,
On sandpaper she now walks instead.
In the beginning it was wonderful
No grey skies to to darken her path
But now most days are spent in constant fear
As the main target of his wrath.
And so she goes on day after day ..
And she wonders just what went wrong
She did everything just right or so she thought..
Did all she could do to just get along.
One day she tired of always trying
To be just what he wanted her to be
No matter what she did it was never enough
She longed to loosen the chains and be free
Now she walks in quiet solitude
Blessed numbness fills most of her day
She smiles laughs and cries in all the right places
While trying to convince everyone she's ok.