I was a blue-eyed, blonde-haired, beautiful, 14 yr. old little child to whom he seemed mild
He snatched my innocence when our relationship became intense
I told him that I loved him
He chose not to rise above temptation
He swallowed the info. like candy
Day after day he'd lead me astray to have his way
At first I was like a jolly girl in the park
Pleasured by each touch, until about a year would go by
Then, all I could do was cry

The next year would be overextended with tedious pain
The distress of mental pain would create anguish in my body
Discreetly, in many ways, I would try to reach out for assistance
Some would not see the signs
Many would dismiss them as if I was just a girl with a vivid imagination
I would pretend to be someone I wasn't, to protect his precious kindred
I felt I had to protect the church my family built
If our secret were to be spilled it could cause the church to fall
Many nights I would ball
The pain was so excruciating inside
Pain of this sort, I wish upon no one
It might be an insane way to process thoughts, but I resolved to allow no one near
I had fear someone might sense just a smitten of the pain
Even that much was like burning shard glass flowing through the veins
This fear would leave me alone in tears for years

Two more years, all I could do was pretend to be strong to protect his precious family
Protect my family's church in which he was supposed to be shepherd of
It was my duty to be a protector of all, and always be strong
I failed to regard my own protection