What was I to do scared I tried so hard to stop it but nothing I did helped, I
couldn't scream and I have no idea why,maybe the fear from the fact the one
thing I never really know if it would've happened to me did or the fact I didn't try
while it was happening, I wish I could go back and change the mistake made but
once made it's done. I can't ell my mother she'll never believe me, she'll think I
meant for it to happen but I struggled and I fought but not hard enough obviously.
A secret that haunts me for the rest of my life and God only knows that I never tied
to do that. I still hold that fear within because I don't know who to really trust with
this secret, in some ways I don't believe I know anyone who will just except this.
This is the first time I have publicly announced this and I only hope that you won't
look at me any differently; I need no sympathy I just hope that whoever else reads
this poem how has been through the same will help make them stronger and
know that they aren't the only ones, my heart goes out to you.