I was scared, I was small

I was scared

I was small

You were big

You were tall

You knocked me down

So many times

I would scream

I would cry

I would try

To get you off of me

But your sweaty body

Was on top of me

I was skinny

So vulnerable and tiny

You were huge to me

So hairy

And very scary

I would cower in fear

You would laugh

Your laugh did scare

Your touches I didn’t want

They weren’t safe touches

No they were really gross

You too were so gross

You took my innocence

Squashed it

Made me feel so worthless

Author: Carol anne

I am 40 years young. I'm blind and I have dissociative identity disorder, I also have complex PTSD. I blog about my life with these disorders. I live in Ireland.

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