I can’t remember everything.

Thank God, my mind won’t let me.

But the smell of urine brings back

a feeling of fear.

When I was 5, I hated you so much.

I didn’t want you in our house!

Those bad things happened for two years.

An innocent little girl's body

you would touch.

You said you would kill my parents

If I told.

So I just lived in fear and pain.

While you

played your sadistic little game.

Memories blocked for years.

Then it all came rushing back.

And I was the one who caused the pain.