Not yet grown, a child still
Staring and hoping for what she wills
Not knowing the danger in doing so
Although after, she’ll surely grow,
Sitting, crying, away from her fear
Surely, he can’t find her here.
‘So stupid,’ she thinks as she shakes her head,
‘Why didn’t I leave sooner instead?’
‘Why did I do that? Why did I stay?’
She hates herself throughout each day.
She tells no one, what he did,
For fear she’ll get blamed for the bid.
Why did she go? Why did she stay?
Why did she let him take it away?
She hates herself now, for what she did,
Not telling anyone, keeping it hid.
She hides this secret among many
And her regrets are high and regrettably plenty.
She blames herself, thinking it her wrong
Holding the tears back, she tries to stay strong.
‘Why did I do that? Why did I stay?’
She asks hoping… it’ll all go away.