Life was not gentle for the little girl,
Surviving in a treacherous world.
Predators, pretending to be confident;
Her innocence devoured by by lust.
Caresses, disguised as affection,
Lurking in the shadows of her bedroom.
Calloused hands, hurried by intention,
Invading her most sacred places.
Brave moments of honesty,
Brought chastisement and shame.
Reprimanded and labeled "to sensitive";
Self-hatred soon entrapped her soul.
Forever scarred with indifference;
Self -inflicted wounds were far deeper and precise.
Starvation was her weapon of choice;
A longing for lungs made out of dust.
A life sentence;
Bars consisting of self-loathing and depreciation.
Temporary insanity caused by social immediately;
Inner demons controlling every thought and action.
