! ! ! ! ****************untitled********************************! ! ! ! ! ! Poem by totally disturbed

Innocent, trusting
They look to their parents for love & security.
Soon they see the evil side of the one they need.
Wondering, What did I do to make them hurt me?
Still they love you no matter how much you make them bleed.

What kind of monster could do these things?
Over and over it keeps happening.
Sometimes some of them not ever escaping.
Children are such a wonderful gift.
Some people are so selfish and sick
They should never be allowed to concieve.