It’s You

You think you can hurt me,

So physically you will,

You’ll throw a punch,

My head will spin,

Time will stand still.

What did I do wrong?

It had to have been me,

You do nothing wrong,

But I always do you see.

Did I not pleasure you?

Maybe I could do more,

But if I acted sexier,

You’d scream and call me a whore.

Did I cook the dinner wrong?

Did I not tidy the house?

I wish that I was big and strong,

Instead of this feeble little mouse.

But wait, I am,

I don’t deserve this,

Never again will I feel,

The fire in your fist.

Never again will I hang

My head in shame,

I’m no longer some pawn

In your little game.

I’m not feeble,

I’m a woman and I

am strong,

This is what I should have said

All along.

No longer will I make

an excuse,

It’s not me who’s in the wrong,

It’s always been you.