By Morgan Kelly
Angry words shatter the silence
Your stare tears at my soul
What have I done this time to provoke this flood of fury?
I should know by now to keep quiet
Will you hit me this time?
Will blood and tears stain my face?
Will I have to wear dark glasses
To hide my eye swollen shut?
I�ll run away from you know
Swear not to come back
But you know as well as I do
That I�ll be back when you promise to change
I won�t question why you smell like perfume that�s not mine
I�ll turn the other way
I won�t ask why you didn�t call
Just sit in the silence, and wait for the phone to ring
Why am I not good enough?
Am I not thin enough? Not pretty enough?
What does she have that I don�t?
She has a face free from bruises and shame