Hiding

She's watching the clock--dreading the hour
   When he walks through the door with his air of power.
Good day, she prays, then he might be more gentle
    When he finds every mistake in her cleaning of the mantle.

She's hiding the scars because she wants no one to see
   She keeps defending him when her friends all know he's mean.
Ran into a door--fell down again--
            She's becoming the local klutz to all her friends.

The car door slams--he's muttering as he walks
    Doesn't sound good--she knows there is no point to talk.
She's overwhelmed by fear; she's feeling broken
             She just wants to die. No words left to be spoken.

She's hiding away, turning from reality
     Because everything is fine inside her fantasy.
In her dreams, he truly loves her.
                His rough touch is actually tender.

Yet the scars and bruises speak something else
         She's nothing more but a trophy on the shelf.
Drowning herself in darkness as he walks in
                   He won't see her ever again.


                                     She's hiding.