Double Standards…

Double Standards…

Double standards – loathsome rules;
I'm marching to a song of fools!
Forever hurting in the end –
and always aching to defend.

Double standards hurt like hell;
and God forbid I dare rebel!
For in his life I seem just fine!
I’m always there when he makes time.

Double standards make me weak
as I am not allowed to speak
about the way he hurts my heart –
with feelings that will not depart.

Double standards rule my world;
he justifies with statements hurled.
Indeed he does not understand
exactly what he doth demand.

Double standards – double pain;
within my world I’m now insane!
He lives his life like I’m not there –
I’m in the wings – beyond repair.

Double standards rule my days
as I’m bombarded by the ways
he keeps me locked in my own space;
where God forbid I fall from grace.

Double standards make me sick;
so awful in my craw they stick.
So many things I’m not allowed –
I’m outlawed to have voice – aloud.

Double standards – clear in sight;
he shares his time in other’s light.
He tells me how he has to be
with his best friends – or life’s empty.

Double standards – wholly his;
he says it’s just the way it is.
It’s fine for him to feel this way -
but not for me – it’s not ok.

Double standards – fully clear;
he wants one part of me so dear -
and in this place – I’m left alone
to face the facts of what he’s shown.

Double standards work the mind
in spaces that are so confined.
I’m growing weary of this mess!
He’ll never see how much I stress.

Double standards – what he shares
is not enough for me who cares…
For I, like him, have need to see –
to share some time – to share his glee.

Double standards – he does not
have need to see the one so caught.
There lies no fault – the way we stand;
it’s different now… I understand.

Double standards break my heart.
I can’t remain – I’m torn apart.
The place that’s left – it wounds and taunts.
His stance – it hurts... his voice – it haunts.