Not the Worst

I feel so trapped
all the time.
I’m falling short
of the line.
It can’t be his fault;
he treats me well.
He can’t be the reason
this feels like hell.
He’s never raised a hand
or even voice.
These things I gave up,
weren’t they my choice?
I have to be happy.
They tell me I should.
But given the chance,
would I run if I could?
We’re the perfect couple,
everyone tells me so.
But I’ve lost my voice.
God, where did it go?
I know that at times
this feels like a curse,
but I’ll be okay,
surely others have it worse.

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