Abuse

I am not a mistake, I made a mistake,

The same one any eleven year old would make.

Even though I felt I was the one to blame,

Anyone as vulnerable as me would have done to same.

A trusted figure became a looming shadow,

Mistaken feelings, addictive as tobacco.

But every cigarette came with great cost,

For I did not realise what I had lost.

My freedom, my right to speak,

As I had searched for something I did not seek.

Confusion changed to certainty,

For I had made a foolish choice painstakingly.

What once seemed innocent became a dangerous act,

Mistakes were made where knowledge was lacked.

But finally I knew what I had to do,

As my fear had only grew and grew.

I opened my mouth and I spoke,

And my body and heart finally awoke.

And overtime I learned he was to blame,

And now I advise anyone to do the same.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[ZakLeonRamsey]

This is a nice poem. Abuse is not a nice topic to speak about, but should be heard, and the way you describe this poem, 'Abuse', I like it. I think you have done a good job. Have a nice day :)

[Armrose]

Thank you! You have a nice day too! :)

[ZakLeonRamsey]

Haha.. :)