Interview

I’m worried, I’m anxious, I’m scared about this week
The police interview is making me feel so weak
I’ve never talked about it before
I’ll mutter and clam up, of that I’m sure

What if they don’t believe me when I go
I fought and fought I promise I said ‘no’
It’s going to be my word against his
I’m getting worked up, my head’s in a tis

I may not be able to say what went on
They’ll look at me as though I did wrong
Ashamed, embarrassed, my head held low
Can’t look them in the eyes or let my face show

Will it make me feel better? I really don’t know
Will it stop the voices? I really hope so
I’ve got to be brave, get through this now
Just tell them the truth, but I’m not sure how

Come on, you can do it, just stand up tall
Then you can live your life once and for all