i sit down facing my father
a smirk on his face
i'm so still
i could shatter into the glass pieces
my father always warned me
a girl could break into
but as i sit there taking in all the insults
and maybe some blows along the way
i might have ended up on the floor
i close my eyes just for a second too long
he might have noticed
or maybe not
but when i open them
i'm positive even he can see
that in my eyes
my emotions are switched off
and i might have walked away
broken and bruised
he was good at playing this game
all the cards on the table
i was as good as he was
if not better
i might have walked away
defeated in his mind
but in mine
i walked away a woman
that didn't want to be
messed with anymore