My Inner Child

Taking girls to private places Hidden horrors upon their faces Disgusting thoughts do fill my head I wish that I could just be dead How dare I spread my childhood scare In hopes that someone will find me there No memories of the man who came It's those little girls, they're all the same Sometimes I wish I could've been free But who was the one, taking them with me? Showing them pleasures--I don't feel that I should live So what if I was only seven, myself I wont forgive They may have participated too but in a way it makes pain more true While others remained meed and mild I was a sick and twisted child I promised myself--never again Will I go with that man--be taked by him he may be gone but in my mind he's still there Touching my legs and stroking my hair He made me forget what life was really for I'll beat my head in my childhood closet yelling at the nameless man "Get Out! Please stop it!"