Shadows looking too a crack in an open door.
Ego's of a child screaming: 'please no more'.
Tears rolling down her eyes
Pain between her legs and thighs.
Couldn't get a word out off her mouth.
The only thing that went through her mind was doubt.
Days, weeks, years went by.
She seems happier, but she still cries.
Takes her mask off every night.
Yet still afraid to end the fight.