The secret

Its funny how the people closest to me know not of my pain.
I feel like I'm going insane,
from holding this in,
its like a needle being forced into my skin.
They don't know of the night i screamed for help but no. one came
if they did would they believe my claim?
my claim of rape,
my claim of hate,
Towards the person that made me feel shame,
Sometimes i wonder, am i to blame?
for what happened that night
Maybe i didn't put up much of a fight
To stop what was going to happen to me.
If someone only knew to a tee
What had happened
and change my life in that instant or second