Monster Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

I think to myself all the time why me?
What did I ever do?
Why do men always want to hurt me.

The breaking entrance.
The pain of the force.
The child has to give.
Becuase the adult wants it.

You are a monster.
But thats be polite.
How could you do such a thing?
I was 5 years old.
After you more came.
Abusing and rapeing me.
All of you left within the ruins of you game.

I hate you all.
I still remember.
I feel dirty.
I still feel the paIn of you inside me