I'm not perfect.
I never claimed to be.
How can I be when I'm reminded daily of my faults.
Being put back in a hole I drown in.
Silent tears, so not to disuturb your slumber.
Scared of your hands.
Your mouth.
Finger cling to objects desperately wanting to throw them,
but your mind keeps you from following through.
There are nights I'm glad you have the sense to pull back.
To keep from breaking my lost spirit with those....hands...//....words.
I block my face.
Not because I don't want to see you,
but because my face is my last hope.
How do you hide the marks on your face?
There isn't enough makeup in the world for that.
Heart pounding.
Locking door after door.
I have room for one more lock.
Distain drips from your lips.
Harsh words screamed in the night.
Hiding behind closed doors.
Hoping harsh words is all my mind will endure.
I'm not perfect.
I never claimed to be,
but either ....are....you.
