Best Recovery From...Girl Poems
I am a victim, never thought I would but I was I said it would never happen to me
but I
was SO wrong what turned out a be an innocent fun turn out to be the worst day
of my
life now that it's done there's nothing I can do but warn you to be carefully of the
people you hang around, and the worse part about it is he still out there doing the
same
thing to some other girl because I never told anyone what happened to me;
devastated by
the fact that it was by one of my own best friends I thought I could trust. Nine
months
and a child to take of for eighteen years, eighteen years that I'll miss out on like
my
prom and ever other thing a teenage girl would do who would've known my drink
was drugged
and who would've guessed one of my own friends would betray me. Now I have
no trust and
scared to death for the rest of my life believing it might happen again and I'm one
of
the many statistic of more than one hundred girl's that was date raped.
That girl standing there
The wind pulling at her hair
A smile plastered to her face
One that looks so out of place
Who is she
What is this vague familiarity
Behind those cold eyes
Is there another that hides?
She's staring straight at me
I can't say who it might be
The mask she's wearing
A crust so wicked and daring
I want to run away
To a place where I can stay
Away from her lies
Where she can't take over my life
But when I keep staring at her
The daggers in her eyes stir
Yet I don't break my gaze
And she's jolted out of a daze
Then, through the broken veil
I glimpse the wounds she's trying to conceal
But even with one look I didn't miss
Beneath it all, who she really is
I try to tell her
Without words, soothe her
There's no one left to help her but me
To bring back the girl she used to be
I think she understands
This is her only chance
Her hands are timid but strong with the task
Slowly, steadily, she takes off her mask
She can smile, she still knows how
I'm holding on tight now
If I don't she might slip through my fingers
I lift up my hand and press it against hers
This is the way I dreamed it would be
That day when we could both be free
The real me, the real her
Smiling, I turn away from the mirror
Headphones sizes too big
For the little girl in red
Mother smiles as she listens as her child sings
Needle sizes too big
For the little girl in red
Mother swallows tears as she watches as her child winces
Burden sizes too big
For the little girl in red
Mother applaudes as her daughter, her child, bravely bears all
Remission
Victory
A cure