Your crooked smile betrayed me
Your cracked lips lied to me
Your greasy hands violated me
But who am I to complain?

You stole the ground from beneath my feet
You stole the sanity from the mechanism of my mind
You stole my control right out of my hands
But who am I to complain?

I wish this wasn't real
I wish this wasn't true
I wish this would all just go away
But who am I to complain?

Now, I am taking what is rightfully mine
Now, I am living, rather than merely being alive
Now, I am my own hero
Now, I am shouting louder than ever
Because you tried to keep me quiet.

I am finally granting myself
The right to complain
Because this is unacceptable
And yet
Society makes it seem okay.

****** assault is never normal
Therefore
I will never stop complaining
Until it is obsolete.