now i realize i’m no longer alone
I used to sit and think am I the only one? But then I would feel ashamed because I asked for me and not another one. The first time was a shock. The second was a sting. When the third came around, I thought it was just another thing. In someone else’s eyes, I had the perfect life, a smile on my face and a song in my mouth. If only they knew that someone had stolen the joy from my heart and the girlhood from my pants. I used to sit and think am I the only one? When your mother and other family members knew it and then they only brushed it off, then when it clicked that it was wrong, I found out I wasn’t the only one. Although my recovery is still in the making, I can say after the 12th, 20th and 40th time that I am not alone and I am not the only one.