Words From A Little Girl

I am here, even though I am not    
I'm in the past reliving the nightmare    
Recycling the same thoughts    
Eyes wide open, I know I'm not really there    
Images stained into my brain that someone else bought    
    
Blood trickles down my legs    
I tell myself, just be brave    
Everyone will act like you have the plague    
They already think you are bad, all you do is misbehave    
    
I try to stop crying, skin around my eyes already raised    
Violets are in full bloom on my face    
Temporary souvenirs of his uncaged rage    
I'm falling apart, like meat perfectly braised    
    
I am not his first, he is not even phased    
A grin glued to his face, the way he looks at me makes it feel like I am being appraised    
I bet he wonders how many more times he can get inside me before I come of age    
I'm so young, my legs don't need shaved
Still acting strong, like I'm on a stage    
I can't wait for this chapter to be over, on its last page