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Quiet little thing with the haunted face
eyes glassed over and a mind that raced
nowhere to run nowhere to hide
no-one to listen no-one to provide
much needed comfort safety from fears
needs were ignored for so many years
protection required didn’t come our way
is it our fault that we didn’t say?

Who are there when the plug gets pulled?
Who takes the pain, the shame, the fear
The relentless hours in their hands
Their perverted needs know no bounds
The lights go out and I return
Hours have passed I then learn
The torture is over until the next time
The people make sure the next day is mine

Why do I have these things in my head?
When I should be asleep in bed
I do so wish I could scream
Go away people, I don’t want to hear
Leave me alone, I have my own fear
I want to be I, I don’t want to be we
No sharing my time, I want it for me
I want to be normal, and do normal things
Not to be strange, alone and weird
Odd looks from others I can do without
I don’t want to jump around,  swear and shout
Or have nasty thoughts impressed to me
I hope you really now do see?

Mummy we don’t want your touch we want you to care
Mummy we don’t want your touch don’t make us lie there
Mummy we don’t want your touch why does it fill you with glee
Mummy we don’t want your touch stay away from we

– A