Thoughts, feelings, ideas do not matter here

In this prison one may call home

For me it would be a crime to go against her

Her wrath is too fierce, too strong, too sharp

Size of the body does not matter

Though she's smaller than me

I could easily overpower her

Could easily leave her

Easily ignore her

But all of these actions just fuel her to do more damage

More damage

And more damage

She will not stop

She will never be satisfied with me

Never be satisfied with my accomplishments

Keeps egging me on

"You know you can do better than that"

"Give me more"

I can't keep submitting

I'm in disarray

I'm being beaten

Thrown, torn, humiliated, dominated

Almost near desolation


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