Guilt-tripping

Her nail polish colour is fading,

While feeding the dating thoughts,

She looked into the mirror,

I am free from scars,

She said to herself,

When She walked around,

She falls,

There is no space in the mansion,

In the mansion of his heart,

Her room is limited,

She looked for help,

The mirror laughed louder,

Abuses are not just physical,

The walls echoed for hours,

Everything looked normal with his return,

She made a special dish,

Begged him to free her,

What is there in the outside valuable than me,

He asked the same question,

She succumbed to guilt-tripping,

And lived the Berlin syndrome.