So Young, Not So Innocent Poem by Meagan Slack

Lying in my bed
covers pulled up to my chin,
No older than seven
But already haunted by this sin

Twenty, Thirty, Maybe more
Standing there, staring,
Faces flushed in red
Never moving.. just glaring

I did not understand
Just a little girl alone in her bed,
Why did you choose me?
Why did yo put this evil in my head?

Well it didn't work
For i fear you no longer,
I was strong
You just made me stronger