The thoughts of a molested girl

I give, but Never take,
I live, but just for Their sake,
I struggle, but Never cry,
I try also to live, yet, I die.

 I am Burnt, but I don’t mind,
I see the worst of things, but still act blind,
I sleep, but with open eyes,
My soul is On Flames, my life, cold ice.

 I am sold, but never Bought,
I am lost, yet never Sought,
I am beaten, by both men and fate,
I am fed, with only abuse and hate.

 Yet somehow, I console myself by saying,
That I’ve been born into this world as a girl, and I cannot leave without Paying.

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