Time's Up

 Time’s Up   By: Hannah Bubar

His hands

 On me,

I’m crying

         On the inside;

         “You’re sexy”

He says

       But I don’t feel it

                               At the moment;

Can’t say

                                   Anything

                                   No one

Believes

                                      Me;

                            He molested my body,

                                    My soul

                                 And my mind;

                                I’m over it now

                 But I still remember

                             He probably doesn’t,

Because

                                 TIMES UP.