Mmkay, so I was bored yesterday, and I had just finished my book (it's called Just Listen.) and so i came up with this amazingly twisted poem about rape...Sorry, it's REALLY twisted. Again, sorry.

Watching, waiting,

A stranger staring,

Baiting,

For a young girl to come by.

Innocent.

She walks,

He pounces.

Her screams echo in the night,

No one can see her,

They hear,

They simply can’t care,

As this girl,

This young girl,

Is raped of her innocence.

Everyone hears her yelps,

Her screams,

But it seems,

That she’s just a young girl,

Playing at night,

Shrieking with joy,

Not shrieking with fright.