Mr. HydeShe opens the door with a heavy sigh,Mr. Hyde6 days ago in Songs & Lyrics
Anxiously dreading what’s inside,
Awaiting a familiar crack,
Of the eggshells,
Beneath her feet.
She reminds herself it’s not his fault,
She reminds herself of the disease,
The disease, he wears on his sleeve,
Only in these four walls
He never notices,
The quick chances,
Of warning glances,
Between us all.
It only takes one raised voice,
One grunted reply,
Today we’re living with Mr Hyde.