These tears of joy are not what they seem,
They are tears of the date rape that had been unseen.
This smile of happiness is not at all that,
But the fact that I lost something to Matt.

The blood on my dress is not from a simple cut,
But from the hands of who I thought I loved.
My tangled hair is not from a deep sleep,
From the pulling of it while I was alone and in need.

Nobody noticed the poor little blonde,
The girl that was dragged by her throat on the floor.
Then hauled off into his truck,
Then beaten until I had to give up.

Violating my body and trust
Matt made me feel so much that meant not so much.
I can still feel him thrusting inside
Feel his body on top of mine.

Now I am home alone in my room
The only image in my mind is of his face alone.
Tomorrow I will see him again at school,
And be reminded of the boy I thought I knew.
 
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