Mr. Smith seemed like a good neighbor
Who has a usual routine and greets her good morning
Little did she know that there was something else
Behind his good mornings and greetings on the streets
And one night she didn't realize
There was another shadow, and it wasn't hers
And something unspeakable happened
She grew up believing it was her fault
Because Mr. Smith is a good neighbor
Or so that's what society says
Because it's always the victim's fault
And not the perpetrator
Apparently she provoked the action
At the age of 20 she still can't speak
Because if she does she will be attacked
Not with sticks but with words
She will be labeled as a *****
So she forced herself to believe
That it was her fault
Because Mr. Smith is a good neighbor