A Partial Telling of the Molested Child
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!!
Copyright © Kirstie Fontes | Year Posted 2012
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