A Partial telling of the Molested Child

Written by: Kirstie Fontes

They become your friend
They take your side
But from the abuse 
You cannot hide
Slowly at first
To make you a friend
One he feels he can depend

In your mind you’re crying for help
But each time,no matter what you are alone
When he is done, he feels no disgrace
A feeling confidence, that can’t be erased

He knows you won’t tell
He took his time to be sure
You live in a secret shame
You’re no longer pure

But he said that he loved me
That I was his special one
That he was rewarding me
For something I’d done

As an adult, my life is messed up
I feel that I, may someday erupt
Every aspect of my life is full of pain
If there’s a heaven, may he pay for his shame!!