The Victim in Me
I was once a little girl, so careless and free.
Naive to the world's danger but no stranger to pain.
So careless and free, I walked amongst evil
Naive to its corrupt intentions but no stranger to its malicious behavior.
I was once a little girl.
I had never knew real fear, so genuine and cruel.
Naive to a male's wrath but no stranger to punishment.
So genuine and cruel, Evil walked inside of me.
Naive to who was at fault but no stranger to confusion.
I had never knew real fear.
I then became a girl, so afraid and alone.
Not naïve to much, only to true love.
So afraid and alone, I became evil.
Not naïve to much, only a love that was true.
I then became a broken women.
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