"Molested"

Lived a nightmare few night backs,

Revolting hands that touched,

Me all over, was no one but someone

of my own blood.

Disguisting feeling kills me everytime.

And whenever I remember that night,

I move away from light.

My soul burns and screams in pain.

Vile intensions almost ate me up.

Secrets deep burried in my heart has started crawling up,

Reality that has ugly truth haunts me,

Where is God, Where is life?-I can't see.

I still remember the night when,

I was touched by those hands.

The touch wasn't of love;

Trust me it was lust.

A bit unconcious but still aware of the things,

I woke next morning, crying.

I did tell my mother, but she didn't believe.

She said, "Its all your fault,

You don't have manners to sleep"

My heart ached so badly; I thought,

And I think I have no one.

Such a disguisting feeling,

keeps assassinating;

It won't stop, untill it's done.

I did try to hug death,

But I failed.

The ugly face behind the innocent smile

Is still veiled.

P.S. This is not a fiction, not a thought but just an ugly truth.

P.P.S If you have any questions about this then I am sorry. I don't want to answer any of your questions. Not everyone's life is beautiful as yours. Not everyone can be happy like you.