I sit on the bed,
Almost naked and certainly misled.
I'm so scared,
I can barely breathe on this stranger's bed.
He/She comes and and holds my head,
While spitting out a threat.
Now don't tell nobody He/She said,
He/She says as I break out in sweat.
He/She kissed my neck,
Touches my thigh while my stomach fills with dread.
They teach how to always bend,
Till situation like this happens and I feel like I'm dead.
I'm terrified and stressed to the core,
But if I told you it'd be social suicide to be said.
YOU ARE READING
Poems Pt. 1 (On Going)
PoesieNote: These poems are from a girl's point of view aged about 15-16. Some might be relatable, some not but I wanted to record my own personal journey and share with those who are interested. See you inside! Please don't copy this, Thankyou.
