Innocence

I can't get a grip on your way of thinking, how you justified all the things you did...little girls are consenting, you said

Of course we all led you on, all your victims, your elicit little Lolitas
it was always our intention to be promiscuous little Angels for your pleasurable torment

Of course we wore our hair in pigtails to distract you, to cause you to feel the urge to cross the line

Of course, aged 9 we planned it all out, our sexual prowess was obviously so well developed at that age..of course we wern't still playing Barbies
We knew what it all meant

So why do you think it came as a shock to us, when you inflicted what you did on our fragile minds, took control in the worst possible way..why did we look so scared when it was always what we planned, of course?

perhaps because it wasnt us who were wrong...it was you
Maybe, just maybe, we really were children