Rêves Canadiens

 
        My Worst Fear Came True

        As I look at myself in the mirror
            with tears a roll I ask myself one question,
                how could anyone be so insincere?

        He took away my self-pride.
            Why didnt I tell a soul?
                Even to my mother I lied.

        I tried to scream many times.
            He just hit me and told me to quiet.
                Fear-stricken I became as to a mime.

        I came out with my story,
            all bruised and battered
                the next Sunday morning.

        Rushed to the doctor,
            being pinched and probed.
                He could do nothing more.

        I made a mistake
            to go there that night.
                What feelings I had left, sank.

        I was lured by him as live bait.
            I should have stayed at home.
                For I was rapped.

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