days when I'm really low
conflicting in my mind
yes I was sexually assaulted
it was against my will
but at least I was wanted
at least someone thought I was pretty
or attractive
or something.
nobody ever seems to love me
they pretend to
so they can use me
but if they use me
at least I was wanted
even if by a pedophile
even if by family
all incidents illegal
but at least I was wanted.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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- Comment from author about the poem: When my self-esteem is low, these thoughts tend to come. Then, later followed by ones in which I blame myself. It conflicts my mind. People calling you pretty...just so they can have nude pictures of you. Someone giving you a hug...just so he can shove his hand down your pants. It's confusing. Manipulative, maybe? A false sense of security preying on a weak soul...to use and then discard. I'm not sure I know what love is anymore. I've never related more to that one song that goes like: "what is love? baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more."
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