The familiar face
Rough hands wrapping around me
Giving an unfamiliar embrace
Oh won't you just let me be?
I don't feel safe
His touch feels like my skin grating on a tree

I wear a skirt and I'm 'asking for it'
Catcalls follow me around
I'm too tongue-tied to use my wit
I feel like I'm being drowned
He tells me 'won't you just shut up and sit'
I'm wishing we'll be found

But nothing works until he lets me go
And by then I'm too scared to speak up
He'd shoved me around like kneading dough
Handled me like a worthless cup
His skin was as cold as snow
Now I'm all boarded up.

You ask me why I jumped at a slight touch
I lie and mumble at the floor
I wish you wouldn't pester me so much
Why is answering you such a chore
I whimper and lean on you like a crutch
When you hear what happened you call me a *****.