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.