Survivors Poetry

What I want

I have always felt dirty,
I just can't get clean,
He was only thirty,
I wasn't even a teen.
 
I have lost my childhood,
That wasn't really fair,
Was told I Should be good,
He didnt really care.
 
I was only five,
I didn't understand,
He was supposed to look after me,
To be my guiding hand.
 
I have never reported it,
I felt people would not understand,
How this man has hurt me,
Now I need a helping hand.
 
I am ready to come clean,
To help others to be seen,
I am not a child anymore,
I am not the person I was before.
 
I want this man to pay,
For what he has done,
And now has come the day,
When I'm the stronger one.

Anonymous.