AFTER DARK

I walk the streets as they shine with reflection of the moon,
I am not alone,
there is a lady of the night,
Lost within herself trying to find affection in sex,
Her heart was broken to many times,
Cuts on her wrist she covers with bangles,
The hate she has in her she fights with short skirts and see through tops,
No need to sell for money but so called love,
When they push harder she holds closer,
To them she is a one night stand,
To her they are that moment of love,
They walk out leaving money and bruises,
The money she hides under a bear her dad gave her,
She never uses it for that would make her a prostitute,
After they are gone...she sees her self back at square one,
She walks the streets,
The only place she knows,
There is broken glass on the side walk,
Her reflection shows as she looks down,
Feeling ugly, she feels like another cut can take that away,
She walks to the same corner,
The corner that now became home,
She realises the person she saw in the broken glass,
Was me.