Come To Terms


It is over.
Hold composure.
Drape yourself within a mask.
Do not ever breathe a word
or the rape will never pass.
Lock the doors.
Bathe the sores,
then cover up the skin.
Do not trust.
Eyes just lust.
They only want within.
Cut your hair.
Change your style.
The fear will only last awhile.
Falsely smile.
Do not break.
You lost yourself.
Do not break.
It is over.
Hold composure.
Drape yourself within a mask.

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