Poem #11 By Lefty

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