Stripped
What made it okay?
What made you think that you had that right?
To strip me of my self-esteem
Yes we were young
But what thought entered your mind
When you decided I was all yours?
Something to be messed with?
I didn't know what you had just done to me until now
I didn't realize you had stripped me of my innocence
You took my body and used it
What you must've gone through
And seen
To make it right in your mind
You took my sense of security
And for that you will never be forgiven
I passed you in that stadium today
And that hatred grew
And the memories of our childhood
Playing family
Revived themselves
The weight became unbearable
I saw it all happen viviidly
Over and over again
Constantly replaying
The memories of the moment I was stripped
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