The crack of a whip is all you hear,
She cries to make you stay,
yet yells and screams and has a fit,
nothing you can say.
More and more she tightens the grip,
On your short little leash,
You go along with the charade,
Like and endless game of hide and seek.
She says 'i live you' and she cares,
But does she really mean it there?
Or does she just leave everything you lay out to bare.
Why can't you see the elephant in the room,
Or even the torture she puts you through?
But in the end of this tragic tale,
You walk away victorious,
Because you saw the ending fail.
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