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The Game
I am so crazy
 up in my head
 The colors I see
 are but deep red.
 
 Spilling from skin
 I carve with a knife
 I write these misfortunes
 that are my life.
 
 I also see black
 the rings ‘round my eyes
 These chains, studs, and piercings 
 are but my disguise.
 
 Past the torn black upholstery
 past these eyes full of pain
 Are a true broken heart
 and a mind full of shame.
 
 From that day that you touched me,
 from up high to down low
 From that day when I screamed
 but you wouldn’t let go. 
 
 When your hand slipped in mine
 and we went past tree after tree
 ‘till the world was but gone
 and so was the party.
 
 From that night that you hurt me
 as I tried to break free
 From that moment you held
 the gun pointed at me.
 
 It was an old lady pistol
 pitted with age
 that you yielded the barrel
 to face me with rage. 
 
 That’s when I broke way
 took my chances and ran
 To get away quickly 
 was solely my plan. 
 
 Through the blanket of darkness
 it felt like a dream
 As I ran away panting
 hearing your scream.
 
 ‘Till I burst through the bushes
 and where should I emerge
 But a small homely gas station
 where the town and trees merge. 
 
 With cold, shaking hands
 I dialed safety's number
 And aroused my poor mother
 from her deep slumber. 
 
 I clutched the pay phone
 and begged her to come get me
 But then her voice changed
 and reality met me. 
 
 “Nothing’s wrong,” I assured her
 my voice desperately calm
 “I got lost from the party
 Just come get me, Mom.”
 
 Did she hear the glitch in my voice
 as the lies just kept coming? 
 Could she tell I was panting
 from all that running?
 
 Worries swirled in my mind
 as I awaited her car
 And I started to shudder 
 when light came from afar.
 
 But when I slipped in my seat
 she saw nothing amiss
 Those small little glitches
 she longed dismiss.
 
 So today here I am;
 a girl with two blue eyes full of pain
 An emo, a goth girl,
 with secrets lodged in her brain.
 
 Though the scars have long healed
 nothing’s ever the same
 Not since that day
 you played the rape game.

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