Fear

Fear is what I feel whenever he’s around.
The words he says always bring me down.
His hands with an incredible vice-like grip…
Reaching, grabbing, trying to rip…
He’s unpredictable, emotions so wild,
One minute he’s yelling, and the next he smiles.

Fear is what I feel when I hear him come home.
Things were much safer when I was alone…
Nothing was thrown, nothing got broke,
And I didn’t have to censor the words that I spoke.
He says that he loves me, he claims it’s true,
But how is it love, what he puts me through?

Fear is what I feel with him every day.
Not knowing what to do, not knowing what to say,
Not knowing what something could set him off next…
Who would have thought he was so complex?
He’ll hurt me so bad and I’ll still forgive,
Knowing in fear is no way to live…