i was a little girl you where a grown man i had no say you acted upon your own sin you took my flower i was too young to know at the time you had the power to that i say no more you are a filthy demon of the night i am a ****** by heart and its my own right you rot in your own filth forever a beast you will be i have many choices of who i want to be a writer, a painter, psychologist, or musician i have a life that is worth living you may have taken my flower but my words still remain you thought you had the power but you're only insane
This poem is about ****. you should be aware of who you trust because i was a victim so many times to family members, but now i am a survivor