He molested me
                       But taught me about the Romans
As if  to give me the tools to survive it
                      Father, I am a rock
                      Made of stone
                      Cold and unfeeling
                      I finch from affection
Is this the direction?
Is this how you prepared me for the world .
                  Pulling my pig tails too tight you remind me that the world wouldn't be this nice .
     I expect the worst at every turn.
         Ice blue eyes haunt my nightmares and offer false promise
         He molested me but
  He taught me about the Romans
  Accepting death
  Accepting pain as an after thought of being human standing as a solider
                                         Standing tall and brave
   Accepting everything as a lesson
  You only can control how you react: How I retract
              Reject
              Reject
              Reject
   Loving everyone more than I love myself.
              Give
              Give
              Give
     If my capacity for love were a pie
        Id have given every slice to someone else
                        Meeting my gaze in the mirror
    Eyes glazing over
            Nothing left for self.