by Tiauna 919
I was sexually abused by my uncle when I was younger and no one knew.
|Sitting in my bed, I was scared to peek from underneath my cover.
As a kid I was terrified of the “monster”
I’d scream and cry as the fear began to hover,
Over my head like my own personal hell.
I’d yell “Mommy!” and I’d cry “Daddy!”
They’d tell me everything was okay,
Then they’d leave me alone in my cell.
Scared of all the things I couldn’t see,
I didn’t know it’d only get worse as I got older.
Hid from all the things I was scared about
I never knew people could be colder.
Colder then the chill going down my spine,
People were so cruel.
They’d take and they’d grab what was mine.
“Mommy?” “Daddy?” They weren’t there.
So weed and razors became fair,
With a body that became numb,
And a soul that was now empty,
I found company hidden in the hum,
He crept out of the dark and he touched me there.
I screamed inside as my mind stripped bare.
Depression and anxiety became my best friends.
And I was a willing slave to there careless demands.
I was broken,
And no one knew.
I held in so much pain,
And they had no clue.
Eight years old,
And I had already faced my monster.
I never even knew a family member,
Could be that cold.
To corrupt a child and cause such fear,
She feels it today whenever a man’s near.
Monsters. Yes, they’re real.
Not the ones in the movie and not the ones from outer space.
The ones that rob and steal,