Silence

They cover my mouth with their hands,
Seal my agony in a jar,
And in trouble an entire society lands,
When to a no-man's land they've shipped afar,
My self-respect, my dignity, my pain,
Deprived me of all that I owned,
Stating they do this for me, calling it my gain,
Ignoring each time I've groaned,
They teach how to tether my hopes to a pole,
Telling me to stay sane this is the way,
Shattering my existence as a whole,
With my life they tend to play,
Ruthlessly dictating their norms,
When they state the rules by which I must abide,
I'm forced to stand still in the face of all storms,
If in their land I must reside,
Setting their own legal code to follow,
They turn my refusals into a forced yes,
With patience this bitter taste I must swallow,
For useless is each of my call of distress,
I'm gender-less, a person with no social status or class,
I am the voice of each person ever put down,
Breaking the silence alas,
Choosing to no longer frown,
Over what has has been taken away from me,
I choose to communicate to empower,
Yet knowing of little advantage all this shall be,
Till we hit the eleventh hour,
Till then I shall be labeled a psychopath,
An ungrateful soul,
Facing the world's again,
For what from me they themselves stole,
For the world's religion of silence, blasphemous are my views,
Heinous are my acts, detrimental is my speech,
I am the person for whom they say hate he spews,
A criminal mind, a parasite, about me is what they preach.

The Demon or The Angel?

He picks me, he beats me,
All with a deathening glare,
He marks my soul, stabs my heart,
Leaving me alone in despair,
But he's got the same pair of warm hands,
That pull me up in a tight embrace,
He's toxic, he's dangerous, I should run away,
But his love always slows down my pace,
They say they don't pity me anymore,
Because I'm the one putting myself through,
But tell me if after decades you found treasure,
What would you choose to do,
Maybe I'm weak, or maybe just mad,
But there's so much that you don't know,
For all that I've faced to date,
I have truly learnt to grow,
Maybe I'm risking my life,
Maybe you're right that I deserve more,
But for once I've got a little bit of love,
And so I just let him roar,
It hurts, I know it does,
More than you even know, more than you say,
But when after years of waiting,
You get to see the light of day,
For even a second, for equal darkness in return,
Tell me would you choose to run to the dark,
Would you trace your steps back to hell,
Or let it burn you a bit, but witness the spark,
Maybe I'm setting myself on fire,
Maybe I could've fought for my right,
But don't you see my scars are to deep,
Or do you just ignore that sight,
He leaves a scar, he lays a kiss,
He's not the best, but better than many,
If I have to fight with demons for warmth,
I'd take him over literally any,
I know he's losing his mind,
Coming crashing down right before my eyes,
But even if I try to get up,
Within me you'll find no courage to rise,
Maybe you're right I'm stupid and he's harsh,
You say we're both meant for each other,
But maybe we don't see his side of the story,
What has he lost, maybe a mother,
Maybe noone helped tame his demons,
Maybe my patience will do the job,
So I shall choose to stay till I breathe,
Even if the cuddles fight against sobs.