Hidden experiences in common poems.

Roses are red,

I don't want to leave my bed.

Violets are blue,

hey, my bruises too.

Roses are red,

Mom and step-pop stare with dread,

Violets are blue,

Given the circumstances,

you would be shocked too.

Roses are red,

My heart pounds as he points to the bed.

Violets are blue,

If you were me, what would you do?

Roses are red,

They say you should of fled.

Violets are blue,

He ran after me and I hid.

Roses are red,

He said I don’t have any diseases or on meds.

Violets are blue,

He was twelve times two.

Roses are red.

I showered and changed and shook in bed.

Violets are blue,

My life was fucked up and nobody knew.