In a quiet room, shadows creep,
A small girl sleeps, but not so deep.
Her dreams are sweet, of flowers and play,
Yet darkness lurks, it won’t stay away.

Hands reach out, silent and cold,
A story of fear, too painful to be told.
Innocence lost, a heart filled with dread,
A child's laughter silenced, her spirit misled.

In the bustling streets, a woman walks free,
But eyes follow her, like a storm at sea.
She smiles with strength, but her heart knows the pain,
Of whispers and stares, of fear wrapped in chains.

Her body is hers, yet it feels like a prize,
A target for monsters...