Broken face

Will you ever finish

what you started

when you promised

you would change

when you promised

your reflection

you would turn

another page

that you would dig deep

into your imotions

to find another way

to break these chains

of this twisted hidden

love of shame

of im sorry i promise

i wont hit you

again

depending

on what i feel

when frustration

becomes my pain

thinking

the only thing

i can change

is your face