It Was Stolen
someone took something from me that wasn’t theirs
i did not let them take it
and now i can never get it back
they held me down and took it from me
my hands behind my head
tears running down my cheeks
it’s not yours i say yet they don’t hear me
give it back i say yet they ignore my whimpers
why won’t they leave it alone?
their hands clutched around it
i started to question whether it was mine in first place
they did it with ease
walking off without an ounce of guilt
their footsteps keep me up at night
wondering whether they will come back
i live in fear scared that someone might get too close
i didn’t tell them no
but are tears and screaming not enough?
i still feel their hands on my delicate skin
i still feel their breath on my fragile neck
will they ever go away?
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