(Dear God: You know who this goes to.)
I’m taking it back
those things you stole from me
I’m taking back the trust
that was ruined by your lust
and
the innocence
of a ten year old heart
the simplicity
of a ten year old life
the purity
of a ten year old soul
and the uncomplicated
honesty of
ten year old relationships
I’m taking back
self-love
self-confidence
self-determination
I’m taking back my peace of mind
and you, poor bastard,
you can have all the shit
I’ve carried with me
all these years
so that it can burn with you
in hell
copyright 2009 rhonda lee richoux