Anger I hate you Hate what you made of me Hate what you did to me I let it out on everyone who gets too close to me Fear Paranoia takes new meaning You know everything about me When I'm alone, how late I work What time I come home, my house number When are you coming again? When are you going to strike me next? Guilt I should have done something I should have screamed louder, should have honked the horn I want you dead, want you in prison Want you in hell God, am I wrong to want this? Shame/embarrassment Why do I have to say what happened Why do I have to explain, live it all over again Everyones watching me They all know I'm dirty, I'm so dirty... Loss of control I can't tell my parents I can't tell the school Please, I can't tell anybody Everythings so wrong... There's nothing I can do It's hopeless Why me? What did I do? What did I say? God, are you there? Do you even exist? What did I do wrong? Why me?
Reason for writing:
What I went through this year and am still going through after the rape.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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