When I look in the mirror
I see the face of a strange woman- withered and old
Scarcely a speck of my youth has remained.
The sad part...
According to statistics -
I'm supposedly only entering the prime of my life.

What a joke!
I am old and haggard.
From what, you ask
My reply -
It took a son and his mother
To break my spirit and just about kill my soul...

Day in and day out
Twenty four seven
For twelve years
Four months
And one day
I have been your obsession
You have emotionally abused me
You turned a son upon his mother
You hurt me untilI was lying flat on the ground
You repeatedly kicked me when I was covered in dust.

Who gives you the right to play the innocent victim
Is it love to break down a person's character daily
Is it affection to call someone a fat pig and a bitch
Is it perfection to hit your young son with what ever you can grab

It will never be your privilege to hear me beg again.
You are vicious, vindictive and manipulative.
It takes people years to see through you
Some people will never get to know the real you.

You run to the authorties, to the social welfare
You play the sweet innocent little, hurt victim
You are always right and I am always wrong
You make sure that you will kill my voice before I am heard

To your utter dismay, I have survived it all.
Not only did I survive....
I have thrived and come out on top.

Today my voice will be heard!
Today they will understand who and what you are.
Today I will say...
"Mia culpa maxima"
The world should have known who and what you are
A very, very long time ago.