I sit, weary eyed and terrified
You scare me with the things you say
The things you do
Always asking, "Do you want to?"
You put your hand on my thigh
I tell you, "Not that high"
And you move your hand down
Your other one slithers
Closer and closer, some place they shouldn't be
And I get closer to the window,
Wanting to be freed
Now I am
But still, I'm afraid
As you look back at me
A smile placed on your disgusting face.
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
