I’ve Already Made My Peace With the Fact That You Abused Me

I've already made my peacewith the fact that you abused meBut then you were released-escaped the law through a pleaWhen I think about the gameyou had me brainwashed to enjoyHow I would ask for it by nameyour twisted pleasure to employI was way too young to knowyour touch was anything but fatherlyHow could they let you goafter all the shit you did to me?A tiny little child laying on the bedwithout a clue your vulgar touchwould ultimately fuck her headI used to feel shame and guiltfor asking you to play this gameI didn't know it was wrong untilmuch older, it caused me painRemembering was so hardFlashbacks coming suddenlytry as I might, couldn't discardseeing your tongue inside of meFuck you for all the troubleall the ways you wrecked my mindBy keeping me in your sick bubblewith the facade of being kindYou didn't even go to prisonwhich just infuriates me stillNow you don't even have a reasonyou'll remain a predator untilthe day you finally perishI've been waiting impatientlybecause now my only wishis that you don't get to seeany other innocent little onesI hope you die before you caneven think about another girl-you fucking vile, disgusting man