She asked me why I don't smile.
I had no reply
For the reasoning is you 
My scars
The ones no one else can see
But me
You caused them
She asked then you don't laugh anymore either why is this? 
Once again I had no reply
How do I tell the dearest person to me she took away my smile my laugh and tenderness?
Shattered me to the point I'm holding by a thread...
I stay quiet
But on the inside I sound like a viper spitting venom with every word
She sits there in the tan chair 
Dumb founded by my silence 
Tapping on the chair 
A part of me wants to snap every bone in that hand..
I resist the sinister urge to do so and stay silent 
My blood starts to boil like hot water on a stove top
To many questions 
To many cruel things in my head at once
How much longer can I bite my tounge? 

How much longer can I resist breaking and releasing my demon?
The monster that hides within me 
Begging for the taste of bittersweet revenge it's wanted
The sweet statisfaction of knowing 
It made her as dead inside as I felt for my whole life
I will fight till my will can't handle it anymore
Then what happens 
Will never be forgotten 
So look out 
The demon is coming soon