#MeToo now covers the old scares
Scares, that are upstairs hiding to be shared
Scares you cant see
And yet they made me
I am but another victim of this cruel world
Some crawl in a box all curled up
Some take their lives to end the pain
After 4 years I gave up in vain
I did not give up on myself
Nor did I try to rebel
I only asked for help to understand
To help get me out of this wasteland
We called the polices and made a report
But I had a mission would I go forward
Would I ruin an image of a man
Taking down him but also his whole clan
So I didnt, They still don't know
A couple of years ago
He finally died
And then I finally felt free inside
His family grieved as I throw a party
And as they cried I sat in the corner and didnt feel sorry
It was finally over
Now its time for healing and closer
Today I stand strong with my secret
I use to keep it secret but now its a beacon
For those who know my pain
Just know you're not at blame
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem