Strangers in masks
everywhere I look,
their identity unknown.
Strangers asking me
for favours in exchange for something sweet,
a special treat.
Everywhere I look I see
beady eyes staring at me,
their hands come out to greet me
in a special way,
for special girls,
in a way I was too young to understand.
Growing up with strange men in masks,
never knowing who they were,
just knowing that they'd be back.
Strangers in masks,
torturing me through childhood years,
installing in me many fears.
Strangers appearing,
haunting my dreams,
stealing kisses from young virgin lips.
