It Wasn't My Fault

It wasn't my fault.

Don't even try to tell me that baggy sweats are a turn-on.
It's not exactly a curve-accentuating outfit.
Don't even try to say that a girl speed walking in sneakers is sexy.
It's not exactly a hip-wiggling gait.
It wasn't my fault.

Maybe I shouldn't have been out so late at night.
I admit being alone in the dark wasn't one of my more intelligent actions.
Maybe I should have paid more attention in self-defense class.
I admit I didn't realize how important it would turn out to be.
It wasn't my fault.

He jumped out of the shadows and grabbed me, covering my mouth.
I can still feel his hot breath on the side of my face.
He pressed a knife to my neck and threatened to kill me.
I can still feel where he cut me, the sharp pain, the blood dripping down.
It wasn't my fault.

No one was around to help me, or maybe they just didn't care.
I tried to yell "Fire!" but he cut me some more.
No one heard or saw a thing.
I tried to memorize his face, but he was masked.
It wasn't my fault.

I can still feel the weight of his body on mine, crushing me.
You don't know what it was like.
I can still feel my body tearing, like I was going to split in two.
You can't fully grasp the terror I felt until it's happened to you.
It wasn't my fault.

When it was over, I thanked my lucky stars I was still alive.
I wanted to puke, I felt so abused.
When he was gone, I slowly got up.
I wanted to shower, I felt so dirty.
It wasn't my fault.

I didn't shower; I went to the police.
They congratulated me for coming to them first--kudos I didn't need.
I didn't cry no matter how much it hurt.
They poked and prodded at my tender body, but I held it in.
It wasn't my fault.

Everyone was sympathetic, but they gave me the look,
The look that says you asked for it.
Everyone was oh-so-kind, but behind it all was the look,
The look that says you brought it upon yourself.
It wasn't my fault.

Even with all of that surrounding me, though,
I know exactly what they're thinking.
Even without hearing the talk (though I have),
I know the truth.
It wasn't my fault.

I'm trying to rebuild my life again.
I'm trying to regain my self esteem.
I'm trying to have a social life.
I'm trying to be me again.
It wasn't my fault.

I hear they caught the bastard--hope he rots in jail.


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