Anaconda's Grip

Squeeze me tighter, anaconda's grip,

Holding on to memories, I can't escape this trip.

Probation officer, where's your compassion now?

Underneath the surface, don't you see me drown?

Year of shadows, a silent scream,

Domestic violence, shattered dreams.

You sit there judging, but you don't understand,

I’m just a whisper, lost in this barren land.

Why won’t you listen, can’t you hear my call?

Every single heartbeat feels like a heavy fall.

Living in the echoes of torment and despair,

Behind my quiet exterior, there's a tempest in the air.

Let me speak, let me be a voice,

For all the victims who had no choice.

You clench your grip and suffocate my fight,

I’m screaming for freedom in the dead of night.

Strangled by the past, your rules weigh me down,

While the abusers laugh, I just wear a frown.

Power dynamics, it’s a twisted game,

While you sit on your throne, I'm drowning in shame.

Why won’t you listen, the stories I could tell,

About the hidden battles and the silent hell?

With every word unspoken, the pain just grows,

Fingers in my throat, your grip underscores.

Let me speak, let me be a voice,

For all the victims who had no choice.

You clench your grip and suffocate my fight,

I’m screaming for freedom in the dead of night.

Every flashback like a dagger in my soul,

This probation, it’s taking its toll.

Anaconda, loosen your hold, I’m gasping for breath,

I need a chance to share my story, it’s a matter of life and death.

So here I stand, broken but alive,

With scars that tell tales of how I survived.

Let me scream, let me rise above,

Together we’ll fight, that’s the power of love.