I talked too much
or said nothing at all,
Sat clueless on his lap.
For he was supposed to show me pretty flowers,
Not pluck one from the garden.
I didn’t know how, what, why or where
But I knew who.
Yet I couldn’t say.
It was shame that clouded my judgement that day.
So I go to Shrinks today,
Point at dolls to describe my ache
Because I still can’t spit out that day’s tale.
A/N: Speak out against abuse. You are not responsible for abuse that happened to you. It wasn’t your fault. Forgive yourself.