It is time
To expose
The evil ones
The ones who were supposed
To take care of me
But who instead
Abused, misused, and used me
I was Thrown on the trash heap
Like a piece of rubbish
They stomped out my innocence
I never had a childhood
My childhood was running from the boogyman
Every night
I’d like in bed
Fear and terror
Coursing through my veins
Waiting, and wondering
When will my abuser open my bedroom door
When will he strike
No child should have to live like I lived
Yes, now it is time
To expose the evil ones
For the cruel, twisted, vendictive abusers that they are.
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