Within tunnel vision,
you denied the truth
as our realities got smashed.
His hand always came down
to smack and not pat my head.
Shocked into stress vision,
all life was like that.

Now, trapped in a maze
you hold the door
to validate me.
To say he was wrong
when he held a knife to my throat
or tried to put a bullet in my head.
I'm locked away in a lie,
until the truth be best friend said.