You Poem by Israh Sadan

I'm the monster you moulded.
My fresh flesh compressed
by your filthy fingers.


I'm the chaos you created.
A child you defiled to
calm your sick cravings.


I'm the wreckage you left behind
And denied when I tried
to cry for help.


I'm the product of your perversity,
Now judged harshly for
performing only what you taught me.


I'm the wrecked remains,
a hollow human where any good
never stood a chance.


You're the secret I kept
as I cringed and wept
and prayed for peace in the dark.


You're the reason
I'm going insane with shame and pain
and fear and hate.


And you’re the reason vile vengeance
flows through my veins
keeping me from living a normal life.