When I was just a little girl you hurt me
In ways one should never be hurt
And now whenever a boy touches me
It means nothing, or it makes me feel like dirt.
So thanks a lot for ruining something
Something that's to be special and pure
All because of your disgusting desires
And your long to be mature.

I hate you for making me sacrifice myself
I hate you for what you put me through
I hate myself for waiting 'til it was too late to do something.
All and all I hate you.

No I don't, I feel sorry
That my four year old body was the level you had to stoop to.
Pathetic and disgusting teenagers can be.
I'm glad I never turned out like you.

Or maybe I have, since sex is purely recreational.
Something I do for fun
I gave it to someone who I truly loved
And who I was sure would be the one.

And he screwed me over just like you
and you, and you and you.
And I don't think I really care
You had your kicks, now I'll have 'em too.

No I don't feel like I'm degrading myself
Or degrading something someone else holds dear
I've turned a negative into something fun.
I've made recreation out of fear.

So thanks, or something, for the shame you made me feel.
And you, and you and you.
And even you.  All of you who felt the need
To take out your
Twisted frustrations out on me.

07/12/2003

Posted on 07/13/2003
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