Why haven't I broken down?
	
	
		Nothing seems right about this place,
It tends to feel like I have no space.
Broken inside I can not find,
Anyone who is or will be kind.
I try to scream and fight my way out,
But it seems that I will constantly have to live in this doubt.
With the fire burning inside,
I feel like I need to run and hide.
I finally do but I feel so alone,
Knowing that I must stay in hiding until I'm grown.
It was twisted in turned in so many ways,
That I believe what no one says.
Abused, lied to and accused
This was a fight that I really didn't want to lose.
In the end the victory was mine,
Though I still have to hide.
This poem somewhat describes what life is/was like for me. I was sexually abused for almost 11 years and no I must hide because my abuser is still out there and I don't even think they are looking for him. I know where he is at and I told them but they are not doing anything about it. And the I must hide thing is what I must do in order to make sure that he doesn't find me again although he is down in Arizona. I just want to know why I haven't broken down about it yet?:confused: