I'm like the girl from Frozen only I don't like the cold

My whole body feels like it is going to explode

I hide my shame with gloves and shaky reassurance

Because all I seem to have left is endurance

When kids push and laugh at me in the halls

I keep it in and show nothing at all

 

All of the shame and anger is a hurricane in my heart

Swirling and ripping my fragile soul apart

Suddenly the seams rip and the filter tears

And out into the world go my deepest fears

I'm talking, babbling on like a loon

And just when it seems like it will be over soon...

 

Terrible, terrible secrets emerge

For my soul can barely contain all of that hurt

What he tried to do screams from the bottom of my lungs

Reverberates like a string's been strummed

How terrified I was echoes through the room

How I fought with my might winds them up in a loom

 

I had kicked and screamed and yelled so loud

Fifty-six eyes just watched me shout

I was the tiny insane antisocial girl

And that emotional day rocked my world

Not just because no one got punished

But because they treated it like it was a lie refurbished

 

"But I know it happened! I know what I saw!"

The memory is like a cut being sprinkled with salt

The bathroom, his eyes, it all still haunts me

But I can't tell because I'll just be crazy

I got away but it never felt like it

Because after that, everyone treated me like shit

 

"Oh, she's a lesbian. She fought a boy."

All because I didn't want to be a sex toy

Beaten, abused, ruined, and left?

Of course I'd fight like it's life or death!

What would you think if some guy picks you up

And carries you towards the bathroom? Would you just shut up?

 

Let him take you into that cold dark room?

Or would you act like you were in WWII?

Would you kick and hit like your life was at stake?

Like it was your soul he was trying to take?

So was I really wrong for listening to intuition?

Did I really deserve a lunch detention?

 

It's not only that, it's the aftermath that hurt

After that day, I was treated worse

Pushed down stairs and teased and tortured

And people wonder why I'm antisocial...

My soul left me after that "little fight"

I  have to cut my wrist just to make sure I'm alive

 

I don't eat and tape everything down

If I'm not female, they won't single me out

I don't make friends because I don't wanna be hurt

I don't want another person to treat me like dirt

And if it weren't for all of my crazy feisty friends

I doubt I'd be here to tell you the end

 

I think I'm okay but there's a long way to go

To pick up the pieces cuz' there's a lot you don't know

Eating's a struggle and breathing's a fight

But I'll get better and be alright

I'll eat and breathe and then you will see

Almost being raped didn't break me.