Not a poem

This is not a poem this my feelings these are my thoughts my emotions Day in and day out I walk on eggshells not wanting to say or do something wrong not wanting to be a fuck up not wanting to lose the roof over my head and be on the damn streets again I take care of you cook your meals wash your clothes and clean the house heaven forbid I leave a dish in the sink then I'm just not fucking domesticated you scream and holler make your threats Then tell me your sorry like it makes it all ok One day I'm gonna be able to stand on my own two damn feet again and your gonna look up from your slot machine or computer screen and wonder where I am...... I'll be on my own two feet again and never have to worry about man controlling me or putting me on the street again love isn't supposed to hurt love comforts one when in distress not fucking cause it