Trigger my thoughts
with a ticklish touch
and watch my body
**** away.
As I shudder and plead
for you to end my unease.
You think I like it.
You say I like it.
Have I played my part yet
like I'm some marionette?
Tug on my limbs
make me respond to your whims.
Touch yields no pleasure
when I'm young and in danger.
I dance because you make me.
I lie still when you take me.
Words won't leave my mouth
though years have passed.
You're a monster that destroys
every child you contact.
But my pen still works
and I'll write of you.
Like a villain in a story book
you will end too.
©Tatiana
These poems are always the most difficult to post but I have to process it somewhere. It's not the first time I talked about the ****** abuse I suffered when I was a kid and it won't be the last.
Just a reminder to others that they aren't alone in their struggles and if someone is hurting you, doing anything that you are uncomfortable with in the slightest, speak to someone you trust. There are people who will help.
I didn't know what was happening at the time and I was scared to even say it, could barely believe it myself and now all I have left of this is my word that it happened. So I'll continue to write about it so that others can read it and not suffer in silence that way I have for years.