Victim

She is the victim’s victim.
When others see her, they see a victim.
When she sees herself, she sees a victim.
She was bred a victim.
Nurtured a victim.
Sad, really.

She tells her story to a lad who doesn’t care -
Or doesn’t understand enough to care.
She carries on in spite of the lad’s eyes flashing towards fitter skirt.

She moves on to the next man.
He's burdened from the start.
At first he shrugs his shoulders.
But too soon becomes annoyed.
Fuck off, you sad silly bitch!
Go and eat someone else’s ear off!

This outburst didn’t hurt her.
She’d been hurt too much for that.
Instead, like a true victim, 
She carried on telling her story
To a man who’d quite happily kill her.