You don't understand my silence.

You would never know
How hard that arrow struck
Shot from your bow of malice
How you've forced me to drink the bitter liquid of pain
From your brass chalice
You have left your mark
And briskly moved on
Leaving me to deal with the scorn
I cannot say I love you
Nor can I swear to hate
But all I know is
All I seem to have been was bait
When it comes to nailing me
You quote my words verbatim
And often misconstrue them
To suit the occassion
I was but just a tomato pip
In your large bowl of salad
The very reason for my sorrowful ballad
It's hard to accept
That a broken heart
Is all that's left
All the desperate needs
Left unmet
So I took the plunge
Mattered not how deep the water was below
But it was better than drowning in tears I've had to sow
Let's take off the masks
Stop our charade
The damage was done long before the end of the parade
I'm quite satisfied with my cut
Even though it's just a ceramic soup cup and our mutt
As long as I'm free
From your millions of other wives to be
I refused to be part of that list
You insensitive, polygamist!