The Two Faces Of The Witch (Part 2)

She works
She cleans
She'll tell you lift a finger not for she wants to do it
It's what she does,
It's her obsession
Then she'll blame you for it
And curse it to your face.
'Your wicked and unappreciative' for making her work so hard
She'll say,
And you can only stand and stare at her through nothing but perplex eyes

The day she leaves your in bliss but until she returns once more your again in sorrow
It's her way or the high way
And you better comply
You try to hold back your defiant words just to keep the peace
But then her mouth opens again and you lose your will
So you look the witch in the eye
And give her a piece of your mind

She will crumble as drops of water runs down her cheeks
It's so that you can feel sorry for her
But you only roll your eyes inwardly
Cause we all know a witch can't cry
Such a deluding soul
Who deludes her own self
They say she can't help who she is
But you believe otherwise

What went wrong on earth
That cause her to be this way
A bitter woman
That sees only grey
Thou it's cruel but you're utterly anxious for the day she'll die
But for now your only means of freedom
Is in the night when the witch will close her eyes
Even if it's just for a while....

(To be continued......)