It all started at a house on a farm,
I didn't think he would do me any harm.
He tickled me as we played,
Every once in a while at his house I stayed.
I grew to love all of his pets,
To himself he was making bets.
He didn't think that I would tell,
He hid his feelings for me very well.
I didn't even see the signs,
So many signals so many kinds.
He constantly made me sit on his lap,
Little did I know that was a terrible mishap.
I was sitting in a big red chair,
I didn't know what would happen next so I didn't care.
He came to me and said get up,
I got out of the chair and said s'up.
He sat down and forced to sit on him,
I tried to stop him but my heart went dim.
He put his hand up my shirt,
It made me feel really hurt.
Now I self harm to get rid of the pain,
But his action gave my memory a permanent stain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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