My words may just be lies
Little innocent lies
That get me through the day
Project a near perfect life
And convince you that I am okay
The subtle ‘whatevers’
The condescending ‘fines’
Weigh more than the pain
You inflicted on me that day
Even my teddy couldn’t ease it
Nor did mommy
Blocking out your face from my sight
I tried to hum my own little rhyme
You never heard it? Did you?
My quiet sobs
My silent screams
I was five and yet my heart was in two
There was nothing funny about it
But you had that sly smirk on your face
When you looked at me
A hapless kid without a voice
Or even comprehension
Of what was happening to her
Frightened and trapped
Weak against your hold
Stripping me off my innocence
Your body cutting into mine
Rubbing and touching
You staring right through my eyes
You called me names
I just could not understand
Bruising, scarring me
Much deeper inside
For I was only a kid
With a whole lot to hide
Don’t be fooled by my laughter
It’s a buffer for my cries
Don’t be impressed by
My need to keep things in order
It’s borne out of an attempt
To pacify the storm within
And my words
Maybe just sweet innocent lies