I am the girl
Who is carefree and careless.
Passing each day,
In a vulnerable state.

I am the boy
Who is wicked and lonely,
Searching for love,
Finding naught but cruel hate.

I am the girl
Who believes she’s in love,
Falling into the trap,
Desperately trusting his lies.

I am the boy
Who is cunning and devious,
Winning her quickly,
With one look into her eyes.

I am the girl
Who is confused and unsure.
“Why is he,” I wonder,
“So different from before?”

I am the boy
Who took easy advantage.
Now I desire something;
I will take it by force.

I am the girl
Who is frightened and crying,
Begging the boy
With eyes now full of pain.

I am the boy
Who looks on, feeling nothing,
For though I may hurt her,
I’ve something to gain.

I was the girl
Who was innocent and happy.
And I was the boy
Who was never at ease.

But now I’m the girl
Who is trembling and broken.
And I am the boy
Who never said please.