Just one look at me,
You wouldn't think a thing,
But if you got to know my story,
Nothing would be the same.
He stripped me from my pride,
From my sanity,
As he pushed me down,
And took my virginity.
I began to cry,
And try to fight back,
But he was to strong for me,
And hit me to make me stop.
When he got done,
I felt like a rag,
I had been used by someone else.
I feel so disgusted,
Every time I look into a mirror.
I just want to cry,
But I hold in my tears.
When I look at you,
Images flashes back,
My stomach turns,
Dark images,
That will never leave me.
Look at me now,
Do you look at me the same?



Joyce 








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