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poem written in the 3rd person about children who have been molested |
| In the eyes of a child Is the fear they hide, They never say a word, Only have tears in their eyes. For they swore not to tell Or someone would get hurt, The terror in their eyes, Causes them to be invert. So young and innocent And victims are they, Of such nasty games That some adults will play. They are battered and bruised And have pain in their hearts, From all of the abuse, Leaving them wounded and scarred. They are angry and bitter, With the truth there inside, What abusers will say, Is that the child has lied. Their bodies hold memories Of abuse they can’t deny. No amount of sympathy, Will ever answer why. Lives proclaimed and tormented, With years of added pain, For healing takes a lifetime, While memories still remain. The child in each of them, Is desperately needing love. God does protect his children, With his angels from above. Scars will always be there, As their wounds go very deep, Because of some molester Who touched them in their sleep. |