a poem about what some children go through, read and you'll reveal what I'm talking about |
I have a story, but I can't speak I must be strong, yet I am weak I have tears but I hide my pain I must be strong but I'm going insane I have fears, they pull me down No one can soothe me in this town I need to run away from here So I could live without a fear I am a wreck, I am a mess But I need to live, I deserve no less None of this was my mistake But they pierced my heart with an invisible stake It all started as a game Where the rules never stayed the same He was the King, I was his slave... And she was silent as a grave It didn't matter if I wanted to play If he was in the mood, I had to obey It didn't matter when I cried he didn't stop, whatever I tried It turned into his little game Where reward and punishment were all the same He touched me where and when he wanted to the point where even dreams were haunted He told me that I was his dream Then slapped me so I wouldn't scream Then he begged: "Forgive me, please! I promise you that this will cease!" But it did not and years have passed My mind and body were still harassed And my mother pretended not to see What her brother did to me It's over now, but I'm not free Because I'm a shadow of what I used to be As they say, revenge is sweet Never again will his heart beat. I have a story and I can speak I'm strong now and I used to be weak Tears are gone but I still feel the pain I'm strong now, but I'll never be sane. |