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.
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