The Rape of a Prima Donna

Is it easier for you to look at me now
My hair a mess, my lipstick smeared, my tears flowing?
Can you look at me and see me
Or do you still see the other one?
The one you wish I was
The one who wanted you.
I do not want you!
Why do you not hear the screams I keep silent in my throat?
Please stop!
But you continue on to plunder me some more.
To evoke the demons inside me
That I have kept hidden since that day so many years ago
When she left me.
Abandoned on the side of the road of life.
Left to wander on my own.
Memories I had forgotten, rush upon me like a mighty river
Swarming with pain and disgust.
I disgust me.
Why do you still not hear my silent screams?
And when you are done you leave me so I can return to the side of the road.
Battered, broken, bloody, and disgraced.

Thank you Andy