Confessional

They always blame the victim
The one who refused to break
When then the abuser acts
It is my innocence he'll take
The aftermath, pains linger
And then they ask
Why did you want this
But no one would've wanted it
No one wants evil to happen
To themselves
They were fools to ask
And it was as if I spoke Latin
I stared them coldly in the eye
My honesty was a disguise
My personal code violated
I couldn't accept the distrust
While breaking by their hand
I'd have never lied
So I waited, and faced them
And in adulthood I denied them
No one is ready to be despised
Not now, nor forever after
Amen

"What's left of kisses? Wounds,
however, leave scars.” Bertolt Brecht