I don't know how you can walk around with your head held high feeling proud

The way you to took something that was sacred
How you made her feel, alone and humiliated.

How could you do that to a girl only six years old nothing she could do, not yet a story to be told...

You did it not once but twice, even had the audacity to sit there and tell her it was her fault as she cried.

Again when she was twelve but that time it was different she didn't just lie there, this time she was belligerent.

She used to be happy always filled with joy Used to be happy until she was made to feel as though she was nothing but your toy.

But now..
All she feels is pain scared to fall because she fears that all men are the same
That they'll take what they want no matter the consequences and they'll never confess never come to their senses

Much like you didn't
Much like you, a coward who hid it.