Molestation and Molesters

 They called it a game. It was a form of pity. A consolation prize. It was a secret. Tell no one. They wouldn't understand. This helps me have sex with your mother. The stories differ but the results are the same. Let me use your undeveloped body for my pleasure. I am older, stronger, more powerful. Your Mother trusts me. i can tell her lies about you. She'll believe me over you. You have no idea what you're talking about. Do what |I ask, and I'll give you presents. It'll end soon. It never ends though does it. It last for as long as there have access and power over you. Be it physical, emotional, mental or financially. It doesn't really matter. You are the child. The younger, weaker tone. Yiu think of murder, escape. Neither ever happens. You are imprisoned forever. The thoughts, the feelings, the memories. Always thinking ahead. Thinking of the future, thinking of an escape. No matter where you go, where you are. You'll never be safe. In the shower, in the bathtub, or even while you're sleeping.

You find them later when you are more powerful. Let admit it. but never acknowledge it as wrong. Things happened. It was a game. It was really what it was. There is never any admission of guilt. No financial retribution. You were wrong and they were right. They live better lives then you. Have families and children while you stay damaged pray to God, but he doesn't answer. You hope God will punish them but no punishment comes. You hope God will save you, make you whole. You stay broken.