Sexually Molested

Self-Esteem destroyed; lost and never found Engaged in unwanted advances; horror all around X-Rated is the actions; the pain is something unable to forget United are the demons, which created the mood to set Audacity running through his veins; unable to see the fright Losing all my dignity; fighting with all my might Lusting for a purpose; one of the ultimate sins Yearning for gratification; not thinking about the child within Mortified beyond repair; a terrified child now resides Open to the vulnerability; a perfect secret now to hide Losing this perverted battle; feeling mute and all alone Emptiness has now replaced, a subtle joyful tone Silence I have learned; haunting memories hiding within Trust I give to no one; for all of life is one big sin Exiled from a childhood, that helped make me who I am today Disgraced by the memories as I watched my childhood fade away © Stacy Lynn Stiles