I was the type of wife, who never spoke her mind
Later accused of being too good, compassionate, and kind
My life was no more than a reflection of my mates
No time to be myself - to sit and contemplate
He was the "king of his castle" - I was to do "what he said"
No time to dream or to look far ahead
I lost myself for those twelve years
No use crying - I buried the tears
I worked each day being what I thought he wanted me to become
Changed who I was in order to equal his sum
I centered my world on those things he desired
Tried to give him everything that he needed, everything required
But in the end he said it still wasn't enough
He sneaked away in the night - like Shakespeare's Mac Duff
Betrayed and discarded - a vow, a promise denied
Belittled and berated - and then cast aside
So how could something that started as devotion and love
Twist and be mangled - then simply disposed of?
A heart that is trampled, beaten and bruised
Self esteem destroyed - a soul quite abused
Although forgiveness comes easy to a spirit that is pure
For the pain of the past - there is no simple cure
Those memories of betrayal run deep in ones blood
And sometimes you drown in what is "perceived" as a flood
Of emotions and feelings connected with the past
All the trying for nothing and it still did not last.
And the lesson you learned is to be "true to ones self"
You can't deny who you are and place your identity on a shelf
There are things we are born with that make us who we are
And to one what seems fine - to you seems bizarre
Humans are different and no one should have to change
A union should bring ideas to exchange
And understanding to accept those things we see as wrong
To march to our individual drummers, singing our own unique song.