The Pen Is Mightier Than The Sword

I live a busy but lonely life,
Here I am, a mother and a wife,
We live together separately,
I am alone, but I am not free.
Yesterday I poured out my heart,
You didn't listen, took no part
In the words that I said to you,
But I believe them to be true.

When you do not get your way,
You know just what to do and say,
How to twist words and manipulate,
Start to sulk, you don't do irate.
But then quietly, subversively,
Pull out my roots from under me.
You dig at my very foundations,
For you deplore all confrontations.

So my feelings have to stay concealed,
Thoughts stay private, not revealed.
Until in anger my words I've poured.
"The pen is mightier than the sword"
Should my epitaph be some day?
Will you notice then what I had to say?
You can bet you will, have no fear,
For I will have written it down my dear!