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!!