The Extreme

I watch you undress me with your eyes,
You look at me and I begin to cry.
As I start to get undressed,
You begin to touch my chest.
My pants are off, you begin to feel ,
I keep quite, I know the deal.
You stick your finger where it shouldn't go,
You start to take it out very slow.
I don't want to believe it, you wouldn't dare,
I know it's reality, I know you don't care.
You tell me it's my fault, and that I've been bad,
I think back to the good times we have had.
But, that is not now, that is the past,
I hope what you're doing does not last.
You lay on top me, I start to whine,
What happened to the nice cousin of mine?
I hope you will not go to the extreme,
You start to lick me and I want to scream.
I hope you do not do any more,
I'm wrong you rape me, I fall to the floor.
I roll up in a ball and start to cry,
You hit me, I stop crying, I don't want to die.

Sophie...a youth