17
Fighting daily battle of feeling worthless, a mess
Cause he created me just to see me undressed
Cause he taught me that the true definition of a female was to make a man at ease
And a real female was to make sure he was always pleased
So, could you really condemn me for wanting to live up to being “real”
For him my purity would have been a satisfying deal
Because I “owe” for creating myself
From that day on, my respect for all was wrecked
Standing in his presence didn’t feel the same
His pleasure came, while I sustained a everlasting pain
Words are too lifeless to capture how it feels to suffocate under these heavy chains
As I drown in this ocean of shame
With a vacant soul left as the remains
Everytime I look in the mirror I’m reminded of the name who drove me into the town of insane
Believe when I tell you that my life is just in vain
The satisfaction of his lust has murdered soul
Where living lonely will be my life’s goal
Hiding behind my counterfeit smile is my that will remain unseen
All because of a moment at 17