Or are we just living together playing the game
Being civil to each other and pretending it’s alright
Going through the motions to get through another night.
She stays always hoping for more
Every day she becomes less and less sure
Her daughters must be her priority
Her days are full and the nights empty.
She’s the forgotten figure
The face that is always there
Taken for granted, used and abused
She knows she is being misused.
She’s decided to make the sacrifice
She carries on and hopes it will suffice
To keep her girls safe and warm
She gives her love and comfort and will conform.
She made her choice and accepts it with grace
The mask she dons on her heart and her brave face
She packs her hopes and dreams in a suitcase
Seals the lock shut, her life trapped inside a hidden place.
For the next 18 years she’ll suppress the tears
No-one will know how much she fears
She can't leave, she won't surrender
She’ll love them all and be their anchor.