She

She

Countless days beneath my mind,
Searching for a way out.
Been living alonside criticism,
Making me want to end what I have created.

To the creator I am nothing,
Wasting her time.
As she comes,
I put my head down.

Her being makes me cry,
Her eyes make me fear.
Nothing can please her,
Nothing is right.

Feeling the sting of the cord,
Hitting against my skin.
My eyes asking what I have done,
My tears pleading she'd stop.

Her thinking I am wrong,
She feels right.
Thinking I am wrong,
I feel safe.

One day,
I will break and fall.
Taking control of myself,
Of her.

I know how to make her see,
How serious I am.
I'll end myself,
End what she created.

Then I'll be free.