Poem #11
The angry words
Just seep right off my lips
With no consequence
Of my hatefulness
Just bitterness from the trauma
That has nothing to do with you
But you still hold me in your arms
And rock me till my tears
Are all dried up.
Sometimes you ask if I want to
Talk about it
I say no only for your safety
The images
The sexual abuse
The sercet
The lies
The hurt
The anger
Why me?
Always think others had it worst
Then you
You always think you are to blame
For the shame
The guilt
The emptiness
The bitterness
The darkness
The loneliness
My hatred that
Feeds the fire