One hundred people in a room, my connection lies with you.
Your eyes meet mine, you look away. You know what I've been through.
This link with have is a two way street, I can see who you are too.
You can pick us survivors from a crowd,
Just like we can identify pedophiles just like you.
Do you feel ashamed to be outed? Identified for your ways?
I hope you shrivel and rot in filth for the remainder of your days.
Do you think of those you ruined? In fondness or remorse?
Are you wrapped in guilt for the children, onto which you did yourself force?
I hope the stress doesn't kill you, I hope you remember the cries.
You need to be vulnerable and helpless, to see life from your victims eyes.
So stood in this room I can see you,
For who you are and what you have been.
To everyone else you are normal, but to me you have not gone unseen.
Look into my soul and tell me, do you see the scars your kind have made?
Then look into my eyes and notice, this girl is no longer afraid!
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