Poetic Revelations

The following poem was written after 1 month of marriage to the narcissist:
Driving recklessly without destination,
my head is pounding, overwhelmed with frustration.
The radio I frantically change from station to station...
Seeking a song that's able to provoke me to tears
Allowing me to release my emotions and face my fears
As a mere stranger explains me
through rhythm and rhyme
Who knows my despair
of being sentenced to serve time
Sentenced to life
for imperfection's my crime
I'm silently falling I humbly confess
Always tidied up
but never could clean out this mess
My heart continues to harden
giving less and less
From a shout to a whisper, I continue to fade
As I pull the covers over my head
And lie in the bed I myself made.