I am really not sure if this can be considered as a poem, but i think it could. i just hope that there would be emotions kicks inside your minds
It all happened so fast
I swear that I hated it I regret it and I still do
But I looked it as ‘I did it for my mom, so she could cure herself’
At the age of the thirteen
Why? I ask myself why? Why me?
He said that it was going to cure my mom along with something else
I believed him
It was the mistake of my life
I thought that my innocence was worth giving for the cure to my mother
It was worth giving
But he lied
Why? I ask myself why?
Does he do this to his victims?
I am pretty damn sure he does, just like he did me
Every day I would be thinking what would it feel like if I lost my virginity with a person I loved or was married to
Wonderful I bet
Compared to his all I felt was disgust and hatred
But I did it for my mother right?
Whenever my friends say that they are virgins and are proud to be one
I join in the virgin group acting like a proud virgin that I’m not
I keep reminding myself, I did it for my mom
If I could have thought in a logical manner, then none of this would’ve happened
I was stupid enough not to
I now hate myself for it
I regret it
But it was for my mom