We Don’t See

We don’t often see
What’s behind closed doors. 
We don’t often see
What is theirs and not yours

Hitting, biting, 
Kicking and screaming 
A fist raised high, 
Touching the ceiling 

A thump, a slap, 
A little love tap, 
By someone we care about
But they don’t care back 

A fist raised high, 
Above our heads, 
Sometime we’re awake
Sometimes in bed 

There is no one more scared
Than the monster inside 
Someone we loved, 
Never had to hide 

Love is strong 
But courage is stronger
We can’t stay in love
Anymore with the monster