I am not the same child that you've always known. It was 
my innocence that you took when you threw me on the bed. 
When do you start believing me? My face has been beaten 
with enough tears. My strength has been weakened far too 
long. When is it going to be my turn to take control of 
myself? Don't you accuse me of this. I can't be denied. 
Do you love me? It was his hands that touched me. It was 
his hands that hurt me. He may lie but i know the truth. 
You try to blame me but it was not me. It's been 14 
years. You took something you can't return. Why? Why? 
Why? You gave me this aggression. You gave me something 
that i never wanted. Those pieces of you are now pieces 
of me.