I feel gross every time you enter the room.
I wish you weren't around so much.
You convinced me things would be okay,
And I was a big girl,
I knew what I was getting into.
Or so I thought.

You walk near me,
Have the gaul to touch my arm or say hello,
And I find my self overcome with nausiousness.
And we didn't even sleep together,
Because I wouldn't let you go that far.

What can I even call it?
It wasn't ****,
Because there was no *** involved.
And I did not say "no",
But I was not in a clear state of mind.

You knew that.
And you took advantage.

You lied.
You manipulated.
You stole.
And according to them,
This is all my fault.

I'm the one who has to pay now,
And I shower up to four times a day
If I see your face.
You make me sicker than sick.

Thank for nothing, scumbag.