Sick Truth

Long ago into the woods i did wander and little girl on a pretty little bike.
My father said no but still i did go.
 i should have listened but never do,
 so on i rode to my destiny thrown askew.
My life forever changed as i was my clothes were ripped asunder as i lye there under;
Under five men, Violation and shame.
i got up and ran away. went to room and tried to hide.
days past and i "forgot", ingnored the void and the rot.
i kept it deep inside, under lifes other pains.
Till more years later when it did happen again.
Only one this time and i was ten.
He fucked and finished then pissed on my face.
but i got up and walked away.
They never did see me cry or shake in the dark of night where i did escape.
The years went by and i grew up, learned not give a fuck.

however.

i know each of there faces and bear a few scars.
But who i have become does not fall very far,
from the truth of the matter at hand;
on that day long ago deep down inside the feeling i try to hide:
the sick truth is under men i still do lie. giving my body to sick fantasies; theirs and mine but
The real truth is it hides deep inside and quivers just beneath my thighs, hunts my dreams as i do slumber, cream and scream.