Rainbow Bruises

• Darcy Arthurs, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2015

Purple, blue, yellow and green.
I wish I could say this is a sunset scene.
But this is what happens when mind games come about.
And they're struggling to scream, let alone make a shout.

It starts with commands and progresses some more.
And before they know it, they wonder what they're fighting for.
Drowning under the weight of what others will think.
So each night they start to fall they pick up another drink.

So how did it happen? Where did it go wrong?
How did they make a monster out of the one theyve known so long?
Domestic violence affects both genders not one.
Time to see this now before another friend is gone