She Writes, You don't Read

I am not a speaker
Because you do not allow it.
I cannot tell them what you do
I wont invoke your wrath so easily.
But I cannot keep it
Bottled up inside
My bottle is only so big
It fills and fills
with your violence and hate.
So I must find a way
to show the pain.
I must write it out,
vague, so vague,
they wont know what I mean
But I do. You do.
And that is all that matters.