Bright Light

This is my right!

The fist pounds against the wall, cringing

I try to make myself small and hide in the night.

I brought you into this world, now I'm bringing

You out of it. Into the light

I am dragged, hair pulling

From my scalp, no possible way to fight.

In the morning, the bruises are covered, yellow and green

If you wouldn't have, I have never, I didn't do that, You aren't right.

I guess I just don't understand what you mean...

You add the gas into my light.