You were hurt by those mutts.
We are all of silk, but not the same cuts.
You didn’t deserve what they did to you
You’re feeling what none should go through.

Many believe they deserve you.
Others taught it’s right to do.
Some think you wanted it.
Monsters do it for the thrill they get.

They are a separate breed.
A species driven by lustful greed
They steal innocence from the joyful
They sink society. Every theft, a hard pull

I was once a bright, young, unsullied gem
Then I became one of them
I have seen their dark abyss.
A whirlpool spurting evil, like ticking a list

I’m sorry for the demons that ravish our world.
I’m sorry that you are almost always the target.
I’m sorry that you couldn’t be saved in time.
I’m sorry that I am one of them.