As a girl of 8,
I enjoyed skirts and dresses,
But after the incident,
Those were the things I hated to possess.
Confusion and terror haunted my dreams,
Hatred growing lowering my self esteem,
"Why me", I always wondered,
Covering my chest and legs.Nightmares always reminded me,
Of the horror I had faced,
Wondering if the lord was disappointed
And frowning at the holy hypocrite.A place of worship stained by a devil hovering over me,
With an evil grin and massive hand groping my chest
Pressing hard, hurting, persistent.Years pass by and yet I still feel the pain
Knowing well of the reason,
Yet too afraid to explain
Only to have the fear further deepen.
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Unspoken thoughts
PoetryHello! This book consists of my thoughts that I have turned into poetry. They mostly consist of sad poems related to love or just some thoughts/ feelings that have come across my mind. This book is not complete and I will be adding more to it eventu...