Laying quietly in my bed,
the tears I begin to shed.
The door handle turns with you on the other side,
coming in gleaming with pride.
It you coming back for you obsession,
at only seven I have to learn my lesson.
Sucking on my thumb staying as quiet as can be,
maybe tonight my guadian angle with save me.
I start crying when you begin your mates saying 'oh what a beauty',
couldn't you just teach me taking away anything but my dignity.
Only special little girls know this everlasting love,
didn't make me special even took away a girls dream getting married and setting loose that speacial white DOVE.
Years go by and yet it's my fault,
to young to know it was a kind of assult.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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