My poem is from Melinda's point of view.
I am lost and vulnerable
I wonder why he chose me
I hear "Ssh it's just me.."
I see a phone to call for help
I want people to notice that something is wrong with me
I am lost and vulnerable
I pretend to be okay
I feel worried and scared
I touch the old dingy armchair covered with dust
I worry that someone will find my sanctuary
I cry because he raped me
I am lost and vulnerable
I understand why everyone thinks that I am a weirdo
I say nothing
I dream of summer parties and long lost friends
I try to get better - be better
I hope he will not come for me again
I am lost and vulnerable
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