Innocence Stolen


They say I am beautiful but theybknow not the ugliness inside.
They don't know the anger and self hatred.
They only see the mask I put on.
I smile and say I am fine.
I do my hair n make up and act cheerful.
When inside I am dying.
When inside I hate myself.
When inside I blame myself.
I should have spoke up sooner.
That is right he stole my voice the day he stole my innocence.
The day he stole my childhood.
He said it was our secret
I was just a child.
I still blame myself.
I still hate myself.

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