He didn’t mean it, he was having a bad day

The source of his bad day he wouldn’t say

Silence is golden but also extremely toxic

When she spoke he would change the topic

An all consuming anger let loose habitually

Psychologically, the abuse was continuously

A circle of tournament, remaining unsquared

Waiting on an apology, which was never shared

It wouldn’t have made an ounce of a difference

Apart from even more unanswered questions

Like in her mind she would often ponder

When does a man become a monster?