Raised at home,
with so much love,
partied all night,
but I was still my parent's pride,

With maturity and right age as it came,
now adding someone's name,
to the plate and identity,
of my world and its sanity,

Was being called his wife and his companion,
to participate in every kind of happiness,
the neighbourhood was so proud of our story,
they idolised us with an unsaid glory,

But they were far from the truth,
that took place behind our closed door,
where I had no voice and no opinion,
I was not at all his one true companion,

He was full of ego and narcissism,
that he never let anyone doubt his system,
everything was well planned in advance,
as he manipulated my evidences and any other second chance,

Had no courage left in the essence of my body,
banging my truth against his lies like he was somebody,
to rule my heart, mind, soul, and existence,
never giving in or paying attention,
to my pleas, cries, weeps, and rants,
he considered me only a body with no vehemence,
to live a life of...