Stolen Youth

On one dark Saturday night That was supposed to be happiest ever Turned out to be my worse nightmare That in a just short time, went from Heaven to never It was the night of my Junior Prom And I thought I had the perfect date I had one of the best dresses And ended up getting raped I felt guilty, hurt, dirty and betrayed How was I supposed to show myself after this? What did I do at the age of sixteen? To deserve the trauma of what he called bliss. Now that it is many years later And I am wiser and grown You are behind me, which is where you should be And only my outward appearance is shown.