My normal is Bruises
And second hand smoke
And smelling like ****
My life is a joke.
My normal is Hiding
My Injuries from view
And cleaning and cooking
I wish somebody knew
My normal is pleading
and praying
to make it all stop
and walking on eggshells
and trying not to pop
My normal is different
It's nothing like yours
And someday I'll leave it
And try out yours