The Child In Me Poem by The silent one

The child in me
Dying to be free
If someone could only see
How bad he hurt me

He held me down
And told me not to make a sound
I remember his nasty touch
That I hated so very much
As he ran his hand up my thigh
My soul began to cry

I began to fight
Because it just didn't feel right
My body so full of fright
My mind and soul ready for flight
As he told me not to fight
If I wanted to live through the night

The child in me was taken away
Unable to say what I needed to say
I had to act like everything was okay
Even though thing's weren't that way