I am the victim
because you don't really like me
I try so hard
I can't stop this
a man gets urges
you don't understand
what you do to me
the way you look at me
I can see that you want me
A torn dress
We both try but
You can't control me
It's over
I'm walking away
Because all I feel is disgust
I don't want you
The night you met me
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Raine Fielder
Raine has been writing poetry since she was in seventh grade. She has written several poems, song lyrics, short stories and eight books. Writing is her main purpose.
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This is a heavy read Raine, and the short, sharp sentences make this a rapid-fire poem, but with weighty meaning. It feels like possibly abuse by a partner? “A torn dress” says so much here.