I can still feel the burning in my throat,
as you forced your liquid poison inside,
making my body feel woozy,
as if it were no longer mine.
Prodding me into different positions,
in which I had to hold the pose,
and if there photographs were less than perfect,
I knew I would pay a bloody price.
I can still see the flash of the camera,
the way it keeps me awake at night,
wondering where all these photographs are -
wishing I could get them back
so the world can never know.
No one knows what it is like,
to have your youth stolen and controlled,
by minds as cold as ice,
never understanding their evil plans and schemes,
as they break you down and pull you apart...
a little at a time!
I try to keep it at the back of my mind,
but it haunts me to know
that these pieces of me are out there,
on photographs that are scattered widely
amongst the secret world I lived in.
