Abuse Poem

Exposing My Vulnerabilities

I was sexually abused by my brother during my childhood. Dividing my inner self from the "me" I show the world has allowed me to rise to success in many areas: social, economic, and academic. Yet, it is this driving force which isolates; it creates a giant wall between myself and the people around me. They think I am beautiful, successful, lucky. The guilt and pain I perpetually endure as a result of the abuse makes me feel as though I am living a double life.

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I was abused by my dad when I was a child. Whenever I think about it, it hurts. It hurts, and the worst part of it is that I can't tell anyone, not because I'm not allowed, but because of me....

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Published: October 5, 2018

Don't believe my words;
they're lies that I fabricate to
project a perfect life and
convince you I'm okay.   
       
Don't trust the smile you see; 
it's a facade to conceal
searing pain, acute shame,
sheer heartache.

Don't get fooled by my laughter;
it is merely an echo
of hollow insides, yearning
for senses to return.

Don't get convinced by my clarity and order;
borne in attempt to
control the chaos   
and pacify the storm brewing inside.

Don't be blinded by
The perfection I exude,
The courage I fake,
The innocence I feign, 
The confidence I wear-
For I am broken.

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  • Chaya M. Movsikov by Chaya M. Movsikov
  • 6 months ago

I was abused by my dad when I was a child. Whenever I think about it, it hurts. It hurts, and the worst part of it is that I can't tell anyone, not because I'm not allowed, but because of me. I'm scared to tell. I'm scared that they won't understand me, and I'm scared of being ashamed. I already feel ashamed. I love this poem that you wrote because it made me feel like I'm not the only one who went through something like this. Thank you for giving me strength to get through this.

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