PoeticBiscuit

Victim

Though you abused my trust,

And then abused my body,

I am not a Victim.

 

Though my eyes are red from crying,

And my heart black and blue with bruise,

I am not a Victim.

 

Even though you stole everything,

Stripped me from my pride and dignity,

I am not a Victim.

 

You may have beat me till I was down,

Left nothing but a shell of a man I was,

But I am not a Victim.

 

If I say I was a Victim you’d have won,

You would know that you defeated me,

So forever I am not your Victim.