It sits inside,
Been there so long,
All these years trying to hide,
The shame from something oh, so wrong.
One time I tried to tell,
Keep it a secret, you must,
But found a whole new hell,
I shouldn’t have given my trust.
My secret, which I’ve kept so long,
Became the subjected shame,
Used against me in a way so wrong,
But who could I blame?
Put the blame where it belongs,
The man who had my trust,
I started to become more strong,
And then did what was just.
It didn’t happen way back then,
I’m trying to take it all in,
But going over, again and again,
Is where the healing begins.
~ van ~