The woman holds the doll
She tells me
"Show me where"
I feel like I'm in
One of those cheesy therapy movies
I tell her
"I don't remember, lady"
She stares
I don't remember the abuse
It happened when I
Was just a baby
Don't you get it, lady?
I wish I'd never said a thing
But I did
I don't remember
I just had a dream
And it would seem
That when I was just a baby
He took away my childhood
My future
With one decision
Maybe that's why
I spent my life
Slowly killing myself
Maybe that's why
But the lady
Is sitting there
With that therapist-y glare
Trying to "see into my soul"
I just shouldn't have told
But now I'm seventeen
And it would seem
That I am "promiscuous"
Or, in my words, an epicureanist
But hey
Everyone's got their vices, right?
But she's still there
Holding the doll
That little doll
Who seems to be laughing at me
Shrieking
"I'll never be touched
Like you've been touched
I'll never live with all that shame
Locked up inside me
Playing all these games
Living a lie"
And before
The doll
Can say anything else
I reach out
And point.