Innocence!

Tainted! That's the word I would use to describe my innocence.

I remember that I was once young and naïve,

before you walked in and destroyed my very being. 

 

I must've been around the same age as your granddaughter, but that didn't stop you, no.

Running your filthy hands all over me when you were supposed to teach me

I remember feeling uneasy, but you dismissed it. It was all part of learning the art.

Tell me, you sick pervert, how do you sleep at night? 

 

I must've been a lot younger than you, but that didn't stop you, no.

Cornering me on the last bench, trying to have your way with me.

I remember feeling violated but you dismissed it. It was all part of feeling the high.

Tell me, you sick pervert, how do you sleep at night?

 

I must've been around the same age as your sister, but that didn't stop you, no.

Old enough for both of us to understand the meaning of the word "NO."

I remember feeling disgusted with myself, but you dismissed it. It was all part of being  together.

Tell me, you sick pervert, how do you sleep at night?

 

I know you are out there, somewhere, with zero repercussions, while I carry the burden of 

your actions keeping me up all night, but then people ask me why I've changed. 
No more the sweet and innocent girl. Now, just a reminder of her darkest shadows.

I can do nothing but laugh at them as I hold my tainted innocence safe, close to my heart.