She would never raise her soft red velvet voice

Strip the caked on makeup-let you see her bare flesh.

Her exposed flaws-She could not bear you to see her flaws.

Let her perfectly done hair- be a tangled mess of intertwining threads 

A breeding rats nest covering a head filled with her thoughts and lies.

She never dreamed of more than kitchen appliance,

Of blue medal recipe prizes,

That you would notice she had applied a fresh coat of lipstick on as he came through the door.

She only dreamed of making him happy.

She never stopped fixing him a drink,

Pleasing his ever increasing demands,

and ironing his shirts.

Even if she knew better,

She always made dinner at 6.

Even if she knew he'd be working late again. 

He never told her how beutiful she was when she truly was,

He never lied and told her how beutiful she was when her striking looks had faded.

She never heard tender words spoken from his tongue,

All she heard was slurred inbetween the blank silence and his drink's ice clinging.

She never told anyone,

That he had promised her the world.

But he had chained her to the bathroom floor and to extending his family tree.

She continued to vacum the living room

Plastering a smile on her  face,

Looked and played the part of his housewife.

She always stood by his side wearing her grandmothers gold pendent.

He never listend to anything she had to say,

While she listened to the point she lost her words.

He never bothered to clean the dishes,

That was what she was for...

She would never admit that she was unhappy,

She wouldnt dare say her misery consumed her.

She was his misses,

And she would continue to play his game.

Act out the part he had assigned to her,

She would never admit,

She hated him for it.

She hated who she'd become.

She hated being a housewife.