My secret

Everyone has secrets,
Some more dark than others.
I have normal and one very dark.

I had something that
my parents were ashamed of.
I was with child,
they didn't want it.

I did and so did
the father. That
didn't matter. They
made me kill it
before it was born.

I wanted to die
and at times still do.
They treat me like a child,
yet they stole my childhood away.

They say it was the right thing,
I would've had to grow up too
soon. But I had to anyways.
I can't be happy, I just can't.

It's too painful,
the fact that I
killed my child.
I should be punished.

Or is this my punishment?
Living with thsi fact day
after day. I named the baby,
did ya know? Holly Michelle.

My mother's first name was
used, would she feel proud
or want to puke? Why can't
she understand that she
killed my happiness the day
she made me abort my child?