I am the Victim

Look into my eyes,
and you will see not the carefreenes
a youth should enjoy.

But you will see
someone wise beyond their years
and haunted
haunted by memories of things passed.

I am the victim.

I am afraid of what you will say
but I cannot approach you
you talk behind my back
because
I am the victim.

The roundness of my belly shows,
I hear the cruel things you say
they cut me like knives
this isn't my choice,

I am the victim.

I leave
before you can see the tears rolling down my cheeks
Why must you torture me so?

I am not the criminal,
I am the victim.