One on one
To a hundred on one
Either way, it's still no fun
It is not a game
It's something simple and plain
It's a crime called rape
When you just want to escape
This had never happened to me
Yet I could see
The way they're feeling
Their life just peeling
Peeling away like chipped paint
Walking around ready to faint
Until this happened to me
I was just unable to see
See how to be the one
To stand up and say I'm done!
This is a poem I wrote in high school and had published anonymously in my high school paper. The last four lines I added later after I was raped.