I was young, naive, I had no sense,
meeting in private rooms this idol,
the attention was so intense,
all my emotions and feelings were tidal,

Their eyes looked at me with glazing stare,
sweet talking and fast moving hands,
telling me that as a fan, how much they care,
it was the same with some of those bands,

When I said thats not the place to touch,
they laughed and smiled thats ok dear,
trying not to offend them too much,
were just being very friendly here,

Leaving and being given some gift,
something told me that things had not been right,
who could I turn to without causing a rift,
Alone in bed and cried my eyes out that night,

Next day I had a word with Mum,
the horror on her face at what was said,
we will go to the police and see what can be done,
my nerves had gone and I was shaking with dread,

A statement was taken at the station,
questioning eyes and fearful words,
you realise your accusing a star of the nation,
their intimidation made me really scared,

I was nervous I know but really tried,
a cursory check with the star an alibi ensued,
words and spite came back to say I lied,
tears spun hard and shame at being used,

Now decades on the story is clear,
pandoras box is opened and secrets are out,
I no longer have to hide my shame and fear,
my story has been revealed and now has more clout,

But to have all those tears and sadness within,
now being told I was not only used,
I have been told it was not I who had committed a sin,
As a child I had been maliciously abused.