I'm a child, hiding once again, With tears once more streaming. While my friends are outside playing, With their little eyes just beaming.
They have a home much different, They don't live with a *secret* like mine, I heard from a councilor what my family Does to me is called a *CRIME*.
They say, "Tell someone, so I can get help, But I feel so ashamed, I cannot tell. I wonder if anything I did or didn't do would Have made a difference in this home, I call HE__!
I cry all the time and I am very depressed, With my peers at school, I often fight. The councilors and teachers ask me to talk. I get consequences, for my behavior isn't right.
What I really need, is for someone to listen, And many a gentle hug and some praise. I've already endured the worst, I just want To lay down and die, most days.
I"ve told my parents but they won't believe me, They really care about their bad friend. They say he is lots of fun and real jolly, But there isn't any rule he won't bend.
Mom and dad trust this bad friend And often leave me with him, alone. After all *the bad touch stuff*, I tried to get to the phone.
He said, "If you ever tell, you'll be sorry". This has to be our secret only. From that point on, I've been different And I've become so lonely.
Our sex education class at school Tells me this is so very WRONG, But I am so very afraid of this person Dear God, I have endured this pain so long.
I pray to God every night To make my pain go away. I think He has answered my prayers, Because my councilor hugged me today.
I think she's a really nice lady, She seems to really care about me. I think maybe I can tell her my *Secret*, As then I will be set free.
Childs Note: My sex-education class at school said if this kind of thing happens to you or your friends, to tell someone you trust right away. You don't have to keep the *Secret*, and endure the pain. Your body belongs to you and nobody has the right to touch you in any way that makes you feel uncomfortable.
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