mistress

• the light color in the room
  the sunshine seeping in
  doesn't mix with the black of
  death's angel looming in
  i've had enough of the
  brutal beatings and name callings
  to lose me to this bed
  bruised internally
  eternally
  your praise little gifts you spent your money
  and stuffed me with
  didn't amount to anything
  the attention i need is much more serious
  a kind of weight you couldn't lift
  even if your cheap career
  depended on it
  i need someone much more
  mysterious
  to be my miss
  to be my mistress