Supression Boils Up

stale
broken and bruised
you came to me
i didn't ask you to
sneaking like a rat
into a room
you didn't belong in
what business
had you there?
None I say
not a single one
It was my bed
not yours
me a child, small and
frail
you a man
GROSS
DISGUST
REPULSION
GUILT and SHAME
you wrote them
on me
each time you touched me
in the dark of night
in the bright of light
scared alone
irrelevant were
my wants and wishes
you took them
you stole them
wicked thief in my darkened
night.
Give them back!
I want to be me.
Whole
complete
but I'm a shell
empty
broken and bruised
darker than blue