The tale I am afraid to let go of

I look down and I don't recognize myself
I tried to push my legs to go faster
but I guess theirs was faster than mine

Pushed to the wall of a filthy building
All I heard was ripples
I knew I've been caught

I could not register what was happening again
Grunts,painful moans of pleasure
Their hormones was saying yes,mine said no

After getting satisfied,they push and go
But I'm left to pick the pieces,but they left with one thing
and that was my pride

(c)S.O.Y