The hardest to bear isn't the slap or the shove,
It's the sting of the words, like a black velvet glove.
It tears at your soul and your heart cracks in two,
What you've become is not really you.
You know that you're good, and you know that you're kind,
But you feel like you're going out of your mind.
The look of disgust, the names and the sneers,
Has this really been going on all these years?
It started so small, just a fight - some name calling,
You couldn't see the black hole into which you were falling.
He took all your dignity, who you were, and your pride,
In your shame and your pain, all you could do was hide.
Hide the fact that the man who promised you love,
Took it back and replaced it with the black velvet glove.
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