She’s my lost innocence,
Who refused to fade into oblivion.
My aggrieved existence,
Whose silent wounds are my scion.

‘Known since I was a child,
She hasn’t grown but still the same;
A child once gentle and mild,
Beseeching me to avenge her shame.

You can’t see her but I do,
Her plea for justice no one can hear;
I only wish you have a clue
Of this abused whose hurt won’t disappear.