Trapped in an invisible cage,I am not a mime for you to watch.
I am only free and happy when it suits you,
when my mouth is sealed together
making it the perfect pair of lips to kiss.
I paint a smile on my lips every morning before you wake up
because I know you would want nothing less than perfect.
I am not just a doll for you to show off to your friends,
but I only come alive when you are no longer around.
when you're gone for weeks and months at a time
I take the liberty to drink my sorrows and to swallow my anger
for when you come back I know it will rise up even stronger.
I don't dance, or kiss or go out with any other men
but you won't give me the respect of trusting me.
accusing me of cheating and lying
as if I would sell myself to some other man,
I get it, maybe you know you treat me terribly
and you're scared of losing me to someone
who can look after me better than you have ever done.
I may not raise my voice often,
afraid that when I do, you would fight back
and put me back in my glass box,
only to down out my voice, my existence.
there will come a day where the glass will shatter
like my heart has done so many times
when it had been chiselled and dented my the man I used to love.
The glass will break by my hands, by my voice because
I will yell louder than I have done before
and fighter tougher than I have ever done before,
then and only then will you notice me.
Because you will be forced to listen to me
as I place you in a front row seat
to watch a mime who can speak and yell louder than all his fellow companions
such a rare oddity it will be for you will realise that you have mistreated me.
And you will realise it's too late to change.
for the show has ended and I will vanish before your eyes
like a magician,
I will leave you wishing you had paid attention