Stains of shame

"I entered the bus, full and crowded, Wearing a white kurta, pure and unblemished. But when I got off, it was stained red, Without consent, my dignity was shed. I walked to the store, trying to escape, But the red spread, a constant ache. Inside the store, it grew even more, A reminder of the pain I couldn't ignore. I took an auto, trying to find solace, But the driver's eyes, they kept on watching me, Popping through the mirror, a gaze so bold, Making me feel vulnerable, young and old. I finally reached home, seeking refuge and peace, But the red followed, a constant release. Where am I safe? Where can I hide? From the pain, the shame, the tears I've cried?"