In my room as I look around,
my deadly monster is nowhere to be found.
He must have been scared by his regret.
But his touch is one I'll never forget.
His touch was cold,
and his hands felt old as if he worked alot.
That doesn't matter cuz he's mean and his breath was icky hot.
He'll cover my mouth and tell me to shut up.
He'll say, "just be quiet and lay there like a good little pup."
That monster, that mean thing.
I wish I had control over everything.
That way he won't be touching me where mommy says he shouldn't.
Mean thing, I wish I could run away, but couldn't.
MOMMY! Where are you when I need you?!!
The monster has me again!
MOMMY! Where are you when I need you?!!
Where were you whne all this began?!
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