They are making if difficult to love you, they’re telling me I don’t belong.
They push me into the broom cupboard and refuse me meals.
They say I have done wrong to you. But what did I do?
I love you, I am yours and yet I am denied the right to even breathe where I belong
They took everything away from me and expect me to smile. They beat me up when I cry in pain.
They are making it difficult to love you, you do not defend me either.
You do not tell them to stop. You know me.