Your cold hard eyes scare me no more. Your permanent scowl is a frightening soar. Your bittersweet lips will harm me no more. Your self-righteous demeanor is just a bore. The web of lies you spin so gradually will have you twisted in and out of reality. The marks you leave the tears I shed, the pain I have always had. Like a wolf in sheep clothing you are two-faced and a master of disguise. While I hide my bruises you smile all the time. No guilt, no pain, my anger is like your favorite game. You prey on my emotions like a leech until I faint from pain. They never questioned my ashen face, my bruised arms, or the never ending darkness and gloom around me. You shed no fear or tears of remorse. You have no bad quarrels with my family of course. You sit and smile with those bittersweet lips. Your cold hard eyes only show amusement and the need to kill. Finally, as I lay here forever in eternal peace, your hatred, my pain, the anger, will never surround me. You should have hid my bruises more carefully. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in court, you see?