I stand on this stage in front of this audience
A round of applause for admitting my naughtiness
A standing ovation for my silence and godliness
I quiet my truth and I am met with tolerance

I am loved if I forget the shit that I’ve been through
I hide bags of abuse out of anyone’s plain view
There is nothing that important to ever look into
It is a load I can’t acknowledge even when abuse is true

So do I die inside so that I can play this role
Do I smile big enough to hide the wounds in my soul
They tell my how I should feel, should I let them take control
If I just pray and forgive than I could heal this dark hole

So I prayed and forgave but it’s not going away
I give my abuser a hug and try to listen and obey
I hope god forgives me on my judgement day
But I already live in hell being an actor in this play

Let’s be honest anyway the important role isn’t me
It’s the adored, poor guy who once forced me on my knees
But who knows anyways it was just my memory
He said he didn’t do that and completely disagrees
Give the man an Oscar for his true and honest plea.