A sob story...

It was just another Friday evening and I was sitting in a bar...
Drowning all my sorrows again, trying to heal my many scar...
I was paying no attention when you walked into the door...
But when I laid my eyes upon you, I saw you as just a whore...

You came and sat down right beside me and asked me for a light...
With layers of makeup on your face, I guessed my hunch quite right...
I assisted you then turned my gaze to the glass filled with my brand...
I heard you softly sniff beside me, you were crying in your hand...

At first it didn’t phase me, I had more problems than I could chew...
And to stick your nose in a strangers business was just so plainly rude.
But as your crying turned to sobs I asked if you're alright...
If you want to talk as sometimes it helps to make a burden seem more light...

You looked at me and through your tears I could see the pain you bare...
For a swift moment I felt ashamed, because at first I didn’t care...
You faked a smile and shook your head, you told me you’ll be fine...
Yet your eyes told me a different story of troubles on your mind...

I ordered two tequilas, one for you and one for me...
I told the barman to keep them coming untill the bottle runs empty...
It took a while to lift your mood while telling me your tale...
I sat there speechless and without a word, listening to what you say...

My hunch was right - you are a whore, but not by choice you had...
You told that night the story of your life and how you really had it bad...
Sexual abuse was the norm in the house wherein you grew...
The result was a set of mouths to feed and your options limit to few...

It was your first time on the street that night, trying to sell your bits...
Yet after refusing three guys in a row, you gave up and called it quits...
The layers of makeup speaks for itself, as its the first time to wear this’ mask...
Trying to hide your true identity, which you failed miserably at the task...

I sat there flabbergasted by the sheer horrors you endured...
Imagining all the pain you suffered and all the scars it left for sure...
At that moment it daunted me and I realised it that night...
It doesn’t matter who you are! We all have demons that we fight.

The result to your horror life, was freedom once you could...
You had to plan your great escape on the cusp...