Hands of trust more than once betrayed
Can no longer be trusted in any way
Dare not come near or ask for protection
Reach for a hug, or show any affection
Know your to blame, try not to provoke again
Keep all the secrets or be accused of sin
Your not like others and you might infect
So isolate yourself out of deepest respect
You are poisoned in body and mind
But prey no one notices, in terror confined
No place is safe for you from him
You cant escape, thats the problem
Accept your torture without complaint
Adjust to the pain and call him a saint
He can control your mind because hes in it
He knows your fears and will not quit
You are powerless and whats more
At 6 years old he calls you a whore
He pushes your buttons, every last one
To keep you quiet so he can continue his fun
Never once did he think of you as a child
Only as his slave and thats putting it mild
And you remained loyal 100 percent
Even though every inch of your body was spent
And even though now that you are away
There is very little he will allow you to say
For you are his until the very end
And he wont allow your heart to mend
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