I should be angry,
but to be honest I dont care.
Of bad situations,
Ive had my fair share.

I know how to block it
from my memories of real
And just like a nightmare
It fades while I heal.

For each thrust you delivered,
you made me scream and cry.
But at the end of it
I was pleased I did not die.

The split lip you gave me.
The bruises so deep.
All serve to remind me
That Im not so cheap.

For I screamed NO!
and fought against you
You carried on with your wants
I hope you get what you're due.

But did you think you could break me
with your force and power?
For you are the weak one
Im not one to cower

It made me realise
experiances are just that
And I wont let my life
be ruined by a greek rat.

So I move on now
And hope for the best.
After just a week I shall
Put the memory to rest.