What a failure you are 

To be proud of 

How well 

you’ve kept 

Your innocence 

Just to ruin it all 

On a night 

Drowning in booze 

And loud music 

And lust. 

To be seen as a prude 

And proud to take the title 

As you brag about how you 

Never 

Could 

Imagine 

Being like everyone else. 

Just to fall into a bed that isn’t yours 

And then fall into the sin of raging desire 

And then fall 

Fall 

Fall 

Until you no longer can. 

But it’s your own fault 

Because you dug your own hole 

The second you followed your desires down those stairs. 

The second you felt 

Pretty. 

The second you felt 

Wanted. 

The second you felt 

Seen. 

Well you were indeed pretty 

And wanted 

And seen 

But now you are disgusting

And used 

And seen 

As just another college girl 

Who’s easy to get 

And even easier to get 

rid of. 

So what a failure you are, 

To be proud of someone you 

Definitely 

Are not.