I see you in the halls giving me the look. What have I ever done to you?
You’re spreading rumors about me again. How come I have so much on you but I’ve never told anyone?
I know things. You begged him for sex and he said no. You’ve been with a new guy every other week.
So why me? Why am I the whore. I slept with one guy. I made a mistake. I regret it. He manipulated me. Yes it was my choice in the end. Once I did it though? I cried myself to sleep for weeks.
So why do you get to tell people what I’ve done. Why me? Why am I the whore.
Can’t you just let me be?