Pedophile

Traces of you,
Left behind.
Your face,
Your voice.
I'll never let that go.

I have a grasp,
On my reality.
On my past.

I have a hold on a steady lifestyle.
But no matter what,
I'll have you in my mind.
I'll have the memories,
The past pain.
I'll have the things I wish to forget,
Running and replaying.

I wish I never met you.
I wish I hadn't felt that pain.
You ruined my life and childhood,
And you're not even ashamed.

How pathetic is it for me,
To cry every time I think of you.
Every time I imagine your face.
Yet you get high off me,
You get a feeling that makes you repulsive.

I hate how I want to remember,
Certain names and faces.
But I'll forget and they become blurry.
But I think of your face, your name
And it's engraved into my head.
Never to leave and it kills me.
Why did you pick me?
Why did you ruin my life for me?

I was a little girl!
What don't you understand?
I was so young, and clueless.
I was so confused and just there for fun.
But you stole that from you.
You stole that so I felt pain.
I had to grow up before I knew what that meant.

And why? Why did I have to?
Because of you.
Something I never picked.
Something I never wanted or pointed out.
You picked me and now I'm stuck with it.
How is that fair?
How is that right?

I didn't pick you.
I didn't want you.
You picked me and now I'm still dealing with it.

You're a disgusting, repulsive pedophile.
Rot in Hell, bastard.