If you're sick of being so kind...

i turn my cheek and i bite my tongue, i don't hang the picture because the picture is already hung. i don't talk back when you minimize me and cuss, why would i be a fool when you're a big enough for the both of us? you make a scene, and i make a run for the door, i stay silent in hopes you won't do it anymore. you treat me like your slave, i bow to you, your highness, and you can kill me with your words but i can kill you with my kindness. see i don't have to retaliate to make my place known, me biting my tongue is proof enough on it's own. some may say it's sad how i make myself your doormat, but in my opinion, i am far from that. see, look at me, i can prove a point with my two lips pressed together, so the unspoken words can get back to me the day after never.