Oh Shit Harry!

I was a child.
I was innocent.
I was vulnerable.

I needed affection
And touching so much
That I was attracted to you.

You took advantage of me.
I was warpped, twisted and confused.
I couldn't let go no matter how hard I tried.

Not knowing what to do.
Pulled this way, torn that way.
Not knowing what was best for me.

This distortion lingered on
Until I finally broke away from you.
But I still carry the scars of your indiscretion.

Why didn't you "play" with boys your own age?
So that I wouldn't be drawn into your distortions.
Which became my pain and confusion for years to come?

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