You whisper kisses in my ears
and stroke your fingers through my hair,
as you slip the knot of your tie around my neck,
knowing that I can't ever react
or else I'd be strangled in full view
of tonight's audience.
Degraded,
with no privacy,
humiliated to the extreme,
only I was too young then
to even acknowledge that emotion -
but believe me,
I am feeling it now!
I wondered desperately
why you were treating me so bad,
but you kept telling me
that I was asking for it,
even though I was little more
than a toddler!
You never could tell me
why you took my soul,
but I won't stop writing
about all of your secrets and lies ...
