Stolen

You've stolen my life
through what you did,
don't know why...but
the past five years
you've done what you wanted

I hid it from my mom
to protect her from the hurt I feel
my friends know little,
if anything at all,
about what you did, how you hurt me and how I'll win

You took my children,
and my future too,
no one knows how scared I am,
of hurting someone and
passing on the fear I feel.

Each time I tell,
I feel much better,
the hurt is still there,
as it will always be,
but it won't rule me forever as it does now

The fight against confusion and pain,
is like climbing a hill,
to get to the top,
but this is one hill
I will see the top...

You'll never be punished for what you did,
for making me lie,
to family and friends,
for causing my violation, my fear and my pain.

You killed me so well,
I was/am a ghost,
a ghost that bearly feels,
a ghost that wants to haunt,
and protect all others from harm.

At 17, I feel at the end of life,
you touched every part of me,
every part of my life,
but I live and will live,
I have gotten help, and will survive.