I watched my first explicit video at age of fiveIn fathers mobile
Of a girl, nude and with two ponytails
Doing wrong wrong things in the frame
Don't know why,
But again and again
Years went by
I grew up,
A bit messy a bit well
Kinda hating self
Waiting for the end
As More years went by
All I needed was love
I realised
Okay
So I tried loving myself
It didn't work
For the well
Of my feelings, of need and of acceptance went too deep
I couldn't fill it
So I closed the lid
Once again I tried
To make it work
For I had a life to get by
So I tried tried and tried
Opened the deep dark well of need
With an aim to fill it bit by bit
And I remember still
When I said I loved myself
It was the young girl whose video I saw when young
As she yelled and yelled
tried to escape and get away by
Out of the well.
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