I met her at the age of ten
I sat there and stared at her for a while
I was in fear, wondering who this unpleasant stranger was
Or how she got there

I was in absolute disperse
My tears then started rolling down the desert I call, my cheeks
Not knowing what to do I quickly rushed to my aunt
Informed her about the informal visitor we had

Since then I learned that I had to get used to her
I learned to understand her
But not one day has she ever made me feel
Good about myself

These days she visits with a warning
Before coming
When she pops up I abstain from white
On these beautiful legs
And she doesn't only leave a mark on my pants
But in my mind too
So I'll never forget the days she made me
Feel awful about myself

When she's here, she hurts me continuously
But on the inside where she hides all the time
She destroys my plans
And leaves me laying in a bathtub filled with red
Her favorite color

She has me confused of how I really feel
I get to fussy and restless when she's around
Around my waist is hee favorite place
Where she beats my walls down my thighs
And that's not alright

So this is me
At the age of sixteen
Still being bullied by the
Lady in red
She walks with so much pride
Yet fills me up with so much pain