I was walking down a road,

Then I saw a little girl in black colored clothes,

Couldn’t see her face as she had her head down.

She has long black hair,

With red ribbons of matching pair,

Flowing down along her arm that’s so fair.

I walked past her,

But turned back as someone whisper’

“Please don’t leave me here alone, I suffer”

A hand grasp onto me with a grip of a vice,

What I saw then gave me a shock of my life.

It was that little girl I saw on the side of the road,

She looked just like me when I was seven years old.

She whispered “I don’t want pity”

“Though I’ve been robbed of my dignity”

“Just be with me”, “Just understand me”

“I just want someone to hear me out”

“I don’t want pity”

“I don’t need any”

“Please just be with me”

“You’re the only one who can hear me”

I shut my eyes and then I opened them again,

Realization struck me pretty hard then.

Was that a dream or was that a nightmare?

Stared at my reflection, feelin so bare.

Looked into the mirror too see a tear streaked face,

The constant mask I put up all go to waste,

Have you ever known how it felt to be violated?

Tried to put the past behind, though that it had faded.

Thought it would go away as time passes by,

It seems to still remain in the back of my mind.