anonymous

 

 I can't tell anyone. Because that makes this real

I can't tell anyone. Because I don't know if this is THAT

I can't tell anyone. Because I am ashamed

I can't tell anyone. Because I feel the blame

I can't tell anyone. Because I've felt this way before

This time, I'm not as unsure

He was unwelcome, unwanted, unpleasant

And as I lay there, he took me as a present

I can't tell anyone, because who'd believe me?

They would say that is who I led myself to be

A flirt, a slut, easy, available, desperate, affectionate, physical, sexual, needy, dramatic

And I believe them

I can't tell anyone, but I can't let it go

It creeps in my mind and I'll always know.