trauma-induced rhyme scheme

i told him i didn't need a ride

but insistent, he was

followed me a few miles

in my small white shorts

i really tried to pull of a smile

take few detours

can't shake him off

his red truck creeps behind

16 years old, don't know what to do

thoughts racing through my mind

a neighbors house

knock on the door

damn it, nobody is home

he issues me towards

why did i listen?

nothing happened,

but that situation

taught me never to take

rides from a stranger, though i saw the danger

i'd listen to the things he's say

vulgar and thoughtless

soul-crushing to say the least

but conversely i promise,

you'll never get a ride from me.