Jocelyn Thornton: April 17th, 2014
I sit in this dark and lonely room.
I hear the monster screaming my doom.
I beg “Mom, please help me” but she cannot hear.
Here he comes, the monster is getting near.
I cried for help, sadly no one cared.
Tortured by how it threatened and dared.
“Tell on me, I dare you, no one will believe you”
So fear sealed my lips. They felt like they were shut with glue.
My scars so deep, I could never reveal.
I hope one day I will fully heal.
It feels like a movie full of sadistic horror.
But it’s real, it’s absolute torture.
This Monster has a name.
Though locked behind iron bars,
The monster has left me with deep mental scars.