emotional abuse
I'm an artist painting a picture
of how I want my life to be.
With hues of green and blue
the picture is peaceful.
Suddenly darkness
comes down.
with a black crayon he scribbles
over my picture.
and so I pick up my brush
and dip it in the pretty colors
and paint over the black crayon.
Again he returns and scribbles
over my picture.
This happens over and over
till I suddenly realize
I'm out of paint.
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