Gum In My Hair

Shrinking back into myself, Shaking the thoughts out, The virus in my brain, It sticks like chewing gum in my hair, I’ll have to cut it off, The nightmare of his mistake. I won’t accept it, My mind rejecting any memory, Like I punched in the wrong code. Instead in manifests in my dreams, Pouncing in my sleep, Making me question myself, Making me terrified. I tell myself that I hate not knowing, But I don’t really want the truth, I can’t ignore it, but I wish I could. I am just a little girl with no one to turn to. He is an adult man, who I can’t trust.