What was it

The illusion of safety
Warm hugs made of fear
Love based on control

We lived in a fairytale
A lovely cover
But terrible things under the surface

We could talk
With nods and looks
A silent language

Beware, beware, beware
Today it's stormy
Waiting to blow up

Laughing but actually crying
Going at others throats
Survival of the meanest

Now it's all gone
It's all over
But the scars makes us remember

Our silent language
The fear
And the pain