To what extent of abuse lived
No perfect understanding for why
If beauty in the eye of the beholder
What lies in the abuser’s eyes
The original abuser disturbed
Something horrible from the past
Though still responsible for self-control
Full of conflict and contrast
Driven abusers learn violence
Anger developed deep inside
A fallacy all abusers cowards
No affront will this kind abide
Learning action from long ago
Through violence to send a message
Not understanding the behavior and absence
Would result in unintended wreckage
The counterfeit victim wanting abuse
Continuing self-deceit
Loving their abuser while hating themselves
Relishing the violence they repeat
A cowardly need for attention
Victimization worn like a medal
Pushing their abuser’s buttons
Without being hit they won’t settle
The delighted victim then spiteful
Anxiously awaiting any chance
To repeat abuse on the innocent
Just a routine circumstance
The innocent will suffer in silence
Physically and mentally worn
Searching for why they are wrong
Wanting badly to repair what’s torn
Creating that life the feckless
Seeing their reflection of hate
Not sure how they deny that
And pretend they’ll see Heaven’s gates
Both the angry and the hypocrite
Guilty of the painful truth
The innocent suffered in the end
An unnecessarily troubled youth
Driven to domestic violence no excuse
Though the reason brought about by lies
A line was crossed in the violent one’s mind
There is death in the abuser’s eyes
JBentley-19June2023