Smart And Bright And Young

TW R*PE

I was eighteen and so was he

We were young but that didn’t bother me

For I wanted to discover

How it feels to have a lover

Yes, for me it was a first

But how could this hurt?

I went into a bar and saw him standing there

Looking pretty and having so much flair

He stared at me and before I knew

His home was my home too

At least, for a night that was

The night that felt so slow but went so fast

If I’m honest and I can still hear my own ‘no’

That I shouted at him to leave me alone

But he kept doing what he did

And now, no matter what I do, I feel like shit

I feel so incredibly unclean

How can a pretty boy be so mean?

Showers and baths and nothing is enough

Carrying this burden feels too tough

And now many weeks after the ‘incident’

He can keep pretending being innocent

Because he is smart and bright and young

And I was smart and bright and young

But I guess that didn’t matter

For he will continue getting better

At his studies and at surviving

In a world where rapists are thriving

And I hope that one day I’ll feel cleaner

And he won’t be mean to another her