I Don't Exist When You Don't See Me

I am living like a ghost in the place that I reside.
Avoiding conflict, the only respite comes when I hide.

When I am visible, I am vulnerable.
I have been broken into a million little pieces, to be more palatable

I have been told I try too hard to SOUND smart,
That I am too emotional, that I take everything to heart.

Living here is, I am sure, akin to hell,
Where I am accused of isolating in my shell.

My small, dark room has become my only safe space,
But there are always reminders that this is still HER place.

I am diligently working on a break out plan,
A bright future to come with my biggest fan.

He makes me feel like I hang the stars and moon,
That our own home, built of love, will happen soon.

I will have a taste of sweet freedom again,
I will break away from this worn out refrain...

I will throw open the doors and accept his love,
Put my hand in his, just like a glove.

All of this struggle will be but a memory,
My life with him will be a lovely reverie.