A mail or two

Dear young girl, please help me,

Dear friend please help me,

Dear love, please help me

I was told that I did something that could be seen as wrong

But how could I? How would I dare? You know I could never harm you

Please explain that you provoked me, that you put those short skirts to show me your legs and you made it explicit when you played with your bra straps.

Make it clear that you begged me to act like that I had no other choice, that I did not want to but you hardly forced me

Tell them that it was your fault, that I am a nice man, a naïve but nice man and that I was out of my mind because of you

Thank you, thank you, what you admit may save my life as I am not monster

No matter

What you hear or what you say

What is shown or what you see

What is done or what you do

What is written or what you read

Perception and feelings, impressions.

Nothing's more real than acts.

Nothing's more real than acts.

I can't say dear. I can't cry dear. What would I help you? What would I help you?

You are there because what you did was wrong

How can you? How dare you? I am sick only thinking if it

I'll explain that I was only thirteen, that I wore skirts ‘cos it was summer, that I played with straps just I would with laces. No harm. Only naïve

It is now crystal clear that I knew nothing about men and adult life in general. That looking at a smiling mature man could be interpreted, would be misinterpreted.

I'll tell them and everybody else that it was not my fault. That I have no more words to describe who you are or what you are. That you ruined my teenage life and all the following nights

Hate you, hate you, I'll admit that you are far worse than a monster.

No matter

What you hear or what you say

What is shown or what you see

What is done or what you do

What is written or what you read

Perception and feelings, impressions.

Nothing's more real than acts.

Nothing's more real than acts.

Dear young girl, please help me, dear young girl, I beg you, please help me

I know he is guilty. What he did was wrong.

I don't know how I failed I don't know and I am sick of it

I have also been thirteen and can remember those times when your body may precede your mind

I am a woman and what happened is called abuse and must be punished, please help me

But I am also a mother, I feel ashamed, sad and I wanna die.

Thank you, you need to stop my son. Help me, he is a monster.

No matter

What you hear or what you say

What is shown or what you see

What is done or what you do

What is written or what you read

Perception and feelings, impressions.

Nothing's more real than acts.

Nothing's more real than acts.