Past The Smile

Past this smile upon My face

If You look to see...

Is a worn and tattered broken heart

That's  all is left of me.

You won't see bruises on my skin

Or bones broken from the rage...

But if you look very carefully

You will find my spirit has now been caged.

I may seem very distant

And not venture out of doors...

I don't have friends or talk to family

Because it always causes war.

I know that I'm not pretty.

I know that I'm not smart...

I know that nobody would love me

I hear these words non stop.

Nobody wants a woman

Who is worthless and no good

He tells me "Because he Loves me"

Like any good Husband would.

Why am I always crying

Is this how life's supposed to be ?

Why do I feel so trapped and afraid

And long to only be free ?

No I dont want to live like this

I would sooner rather die ...

Then live this life of torment

That forever burns inside.

If I don't break the silence

That consumes my very soul

I have died already

To the abuse that has this hold.

So Please  look Past this smile 

If You look closely you will  see...

A worn and tattered broken heart

That's  all is left of me.

By Pam Gallo

copyright 2007