Answer:
Ok...
Explanation:
I could not meet their eyes,
I have never been fond of guys.
Ever since that dreadful night,
Boys filled me with such fright.
The way they tore my mother's skirt,
And how mom had said it hurt.
The way they held her so strong,
perhaps all boys were wrong.
He is staring at me, his face so nice
Yet I'm scared of him like I'm scared of mice.
He said that he would never cause me pain
But still I'm afraid of being maimed.
The guys that night wanted me too,
I remember the blood that they drew.
Men are all bad.
Includimng my dad.
(that probably sucked but still...i was bored and had nothing better to do. hope this helps, or gives you an idea)
