For Battered and Abused Women
Mr Wrong
He enters your head,
without your consent,
Your tears he makes shed,
all you feel is resent.
He doesnt understand,
the concept of pain,
He fools with feelings
treating life like a game.
He's Cruel and Cold,
His hearts made of stone,
his confidence is bold,
while yours is all gone.
you'll pray that at he'll change,
He really must love you,
so you stay alittle longer
and ignore the way he treats you
Freinds tell you to leave him,
parents beg and cry,
you weep as you cant live without him
but inside you've already died
Copyright 2003
Tracy M.M. Smith
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