The way I feel is hard to explain
My life isn't what it use to be
But I find that I like to complain
When I look at my life and see
How he has destroyed me
I know one day he will look
And see the life he took
By thinking it wasn't wrong
To do what he did to me
He doesn't know how it feels
To be in pain so long
To hope that your wound heals
The wound that's in your mind
The picture that won't fade
At the time I just wanted to see someone kind
Because I was made
To be some one I was not
Sometimes I think the pain is too much
To be with him I refuse
I have dealt with him a lot
He thinks I will amuse
He thinks I will let him touch
But that I couldn't allow
Since he took it anyhow
There was a time I thought he was alright
But he changedmy mind that one night
Never again will I trust
I will survive
That is a must!
Written at thirteen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well Kristina, I think this is a really good poem - very sad and a deep subject but beautifully touched upon. Steve