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I'm a prisoner, it's what you made me.

trapped in these walls and the bruises you gave me.

I'm in solitary confinement, alone is how i've had to live my life.

I became a prisoner the day I became your wife.

you've made me become emotionless, I have scars that can't be seen.

What turned out to be a nightmare started as a dream.

I know I can be unreachable and at times unreadable.

I make these jokes and laugh always silly as a way to escape,

this is how I deal with my soul being raped.

I have to put on a facade, but can they see beyond the mask?

just tell them I'm doing great if anyone should ask.

No one has to know my pain, I keep it locked and concealed.

I have to wear this disguise to hide what I feel.

I allowed this to happen, the truth in the words bring me shame.

Because of this I will never be the same.

Internally screaming, searching for a way.

externally you see my smile, that's me asking god for strength.

I need him now like each breath I take, Like my children by my side.

I need gods company I need his harmony on this ride.