Oxymoron perhaps?

Where hugs and h*rm reside.

Where songs and screams prevail

Where give and take collide

Be in fear when she bewails.

Those nursing eyes, so brown and deep

Turn red with pure, pure rage

I fear in them that I may drown 

Beware the cruel rampage.

Perpetually soothing the pains in my neck 

From the whiplash I endure.

From the very person I “love” and “trust” 

From the person I used to adore.

So kind, so cruel,

So nice, so mean,

So sweet, so bitter,

Will encourage, will demean.

How does it feel to see a stranger, in the first eyes I ever saw?

How does it feel to touch the finger that now feels like a claw?

How does it feel to fear the person who is supposed to keep you safe?

How does it feel to run away from the one who gives eternal chase?

Poison can be mistaken for medicine

And venom mistaken for an antidote

The ax forgets, the tree remembers.

But I wear a smile as my coat

The words you say, the things you yell

Still echoes in my skull

And there they will stay eternally

As mind illness takes its toll.

I fear your footsteps near my room

I fear it when you call.

Your puppet strings have grown so tight.

But if I let go, I fall.