Stripped

It's strange how a few short seconds can lead you in a whole new direction,
It alters how you think , act and see your own reflection.
From a single moment on, my life was forever changed,
Like everything I previously knew had suddenly been rearranged.

No one will ever understand just how I felt that day,
But deep within this poem I will  try my best to convey.
I cannot even begin to illustrate the repulsive person I once knew.
I intend to simply express the horror that I went through.

I was abruptly pinned against the wall of a hard, rough cell,
At two AM, in someone's bedroom , where not a soul was to dwell.
Suddenly I was captured, no possible way to escape.
Wondering if I deserved it, if it was truly my fate.

I tried to fly away, but my wings he had broke.
I was like an innocent cow, that he used to poke and provoke .
My mind filled with confusion, and his filled with lust.
He took another part of me with each and every thrust.

Tears like so faintly  dripped down my face,
I peered into his soul with a firm look of disgrace.
His cold touch like a vacuum, sucking out the life in me.
His ears were wide open, but he wouldn't hear my plea.

Standing there in the night, so scared, so exposed.
I was covered by a veil of darkness, like the satin petals of a rose.
The glowing moon looked down at me, peaking through a massive blanket of stars.
I could touch it; it seemed so close, but it was really oh so far.

Worse than at the doctor he injected me with filth and dirt.
This intention was deliberate it was very clear and it hurt.
It is a bit funny that a piece of shit is all he'll ever be,
And the only thing that he accomplished doing in life, oh wait that's me.

Sometimes late at night I simply can't fall sleep,
Thinking about how my innocence is no longer mine to keep.
What some can only imagine in their worst possible nightmare,
Is my cold hearted reality that can't be undone or repaired.

I may have the sweetest smile, glowing between my chubby nose and chin.
But only I know the truth about the deep secrets held within.
I may have the prettiest eyes that have seen more than they should,
And have cried more delicate tears than anyone else ever could.

I may have the kindest heart, but that came with a cost.
It has felt the worst of pains, and experienced the greatest loss.
I cannot change the past, an event to which I succumbed.
But I can focus on the present, and change what is to come. 

We are all so different, and yet so much the same.
Everyone, in some way or another, will experience a kind of pain.
Everybody has things they wish not to recall,
but Into each life some rain must fall.

Scattered throughout our lives, like a friend that is one of a kind,
Dreaded days will steadily approach, bad memories trailing behind.
These dark days are necessary, just as important as the test,
For if we didn't have the worst, we couldn't recognize the best.