It's not Fair

It's not fair!
It's not my fault,
I did nothing wrong,
I was an innocent child.

Why do I have to live with this?
This evil invading my body and mind.
Why must I suffer the consequences of what someone else did?

Why must I relive the terror and agony again and again?
I Hate this feeling of powerlessness,
of having the pain take over and control me.
It's not fair!
I did nothing wrong!

I tried to cry out, but no one was there.
I tried to tell, but no one listened.
I didn't want it to happen.

I want them to suffer!
I want them to experience the pain I feel!
The terror that overpowers me.
Let them suffer for what they've done!

I did nothing wrong, It wasn't my fault.
I was a innocent child,
An unwilling pawn in they're life of crime,
In they're sick game of "love", using a child,
Their trying to fill a void,
taking it out on me.
I wasn't my fault, I had nothing to do with their illness,
They shouldn't have made me their momentary cure.

It's not fair!
I want them to suffer a life of hell,
To truly know the agony I still live with,
The pain I experience,
I want them to know what I go through,
And how they've changed my life.

I'm not ready to forgive.
I'm furious to the depths of my soul.
I Hate them for what they've done,
For hurting me- My Body and Soul.
Someday, I might be able to forgive,
But not now.

Cynthia Lee