Violated
Hands quicker than eyes
She was his to control
Helpless, scared to move
Knowing she would only make it worse
She used to choose them so well
He seemed so right
His past girls seemed happy
Perhaps they too were part of his charade
His every movement made her tremble
She screamed within her "STOP!"
But the horror goes on forever
She waits silently for it to end
He finished
He parts with no remorse
She stands up looking in the mirror
Staring into a void image of herself
Looking at the worst haircut she has ever received