Dear Sir,
How does it feel knowing you took away my dignity?
You took away my pride and you ripped away my life.
My head hurts from the screams I can't let go of, the pain that burdens me.
You made me feel weak and froze me to my seat.
I imagined driving a pen through your hand but feared you'd become the victim.
My eyes hurt from the tears I wasted on you, the silent cries I wished would be heard.
You took away my life as your selfish hands fondled under the table.
And yet you act as though it was a dream, but what girl would dream such a nightmare?
You cried lies and took no blame, leaving me with nothing but doubt.
We are taught to share from an early age, but sir, you snatched what was not open to share.
I still dwell on the day that you assumed what was mine, was yours.