RAPED [AN ORIGINAL POETRY]

I remember not the pain of being raped,
But that of helplessness and weakness.
There is this strong feeling that comes,
To defend, to fight
My opponent is ten times stronger,
Each encounter empowers him the more,
I felt weakened, couldn't help but plead.
I stared him in the face,
There, it was all written
A desire to make me more miserable,
Happiness to be slaughtered on the alter,
He overpower, wins then leaves
What to do?
This a secret I can't let out,
I'm just a victim of circumstance,
Don't let them know,
Those that appoint themselves judges,
It's now my cross, I will bear the burden
I think it's better that way.
Yes!, I'm the victim
The silent one in your midst,
Walking on bare grounds in search of justice.