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Abused One
It all started a long time ago
With my jerk cousin, his name is Moe.
I wasn’t but 5 when he did this to me
He abused me, don’t you see?
I am scared forever
Because of him
Now I will never be me again
I have to wear a mask each day
So people won’t see that I have a problem
Now that I am older and I just let the abuse secret shout
I can’t take this anymore...
Being emotionally, sexually, and physically abused. I want to get out!
But now that he has me wrapped up in his hands
I can’t move, I can’t even think without him watching my every move
I feel worthless, just like sand
Shouldn’t everything be good for something or everything good for nothing?
You see why I want out?
all I do is sit and pout
I’m so confused
I blame myself for being abused
I am he abused one
I guess I am done
© Destiny Sadler, 27 January 2004
I really was abused and I just barely told people about it. It was a mess and I was upset.
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