My Laugh Is My Cry

I may laugh at your jokes
But I turn away and desperately I search
For a way out of your harsh cruel grasp
Your disrespectful demeanor and temper-driven wrath

I may sometimes say ‘yeah I agree’ far too easily
But if only to stop you senselessly beating on me
And I may go and cry and cry in the wee hours of the night
Alone in my cell of a room, chained by that slight change you might

You might’ve loved me

(Published in Print in 'DeSSerted Island: Poem Collection' - 2014)

by Cameron Gallant

Comments (1)

Tell that person to stop, People like that do not deserve any bit of attention Do not listen anymore Your poem speaks the truth.