“You” A Poem of My Childhood

You touched me,

In a bad place.

You hurt me,

Can’t see your face.

You used me,

Cops took my case.

You killed me,

On the inside.

You buried me,

Oh can’t you see I’ve died?

You raped me,

All I could do was cry.

You changed me,

But I’m my own self today.

They helped me,

And listened to what I had to say.

I saved me,

And won’t change in anyway.

I was two or three when my step dad raped/molested me. I wrote this when I was 19. But I wanted it to sound like I wrote it when I was a child. I’m still that small child sometimes. Only now I’m not afraid.