The Boy Within

Nobody knows the boy within, Whose body is pushed onto the bed, He is told not to tell because no one would believe, He is being molested by the man he calls Dad. Nobody know the helpless boy within, Whose quiet tears yearn to be heard, While the man crawls on top, Touching him all over with hot, sweaty hands. Nobody knows the frightened boy within, Whose bleeding heart weeps from agony, Realizing that there is no place to escape, As the man presses himself harder onto him. Nobody knows the violated boy within, Whose lifeless body is penetrated to the soul, As the man tells him that it’s all his fault, Grunting his lust into the boy’s ears. Nobody knows the wilted boy within, Whose tired legs limp towards the bathroom, So he can wipe the soiled stains from his skin, As the man says, “Hurry up and get dressed. Your mother will be home soon.” Nobody knows the abused boy within, Whose happy childhood has been stolen, Never learning how to love life, Since his spirit has been broken. Nobody knows the little boy within, Whose body grows up to be a hollow man, nobody, that is, except for me, For I am the boy within.