Broken Innocence

I knew Tragedy, ever so cool and gray.
When I was seven, he would come over to my house to play.
Procuring muffled fights from down the hall,
but it was love I searched for, through it all.

          The sun soon set on my parents marriage,
          and I waved goodbye from my metallic carriage.
          Missing my father, but not the fights
          that I would find myself in the middle of, in the middle of the night.

And even though we ran far from Tragedy,
he stayed close and followed me.
Breaking my heart and setting my soul afire,
and time only made the flames get higher.

          It felt like I was spinning,
          As he undressed me.
          Making sure not to leave a drop of innocence,
          he revelled at my expense.
          A step-father so unfit,
          who only liked to touch bad and hit.
          My mom would come home after a long days work,
          from one of many jobs as a movie store clerk.
          For her and her happiness, I would stay quiet and smile,
          but drowning in my own tears all the while.

I told the truth because you said there should be nothing else I tell.
It eventually comes out and lies only send you to hell.
You were the master of your own demise,
you are why tears fill my eyes.

                                        I fell deep into despair...
becoming angrier and angrier as I became more aware.
            Twelve years later and I am far from the same,
                                but deep inside I still feel the pain.
          I have learned that peace comes from understanding
that only you can control what you are feeling.
                                I am no longer the little girl that takes abuse,
I WILL NOT BE THE ONE BEING USED!
                                I will stand.
                                I won't let fear take my hand.
                                I will find my inner innocent child I lost.
                                And restore myself no matter the cost.