Too Young

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Anger.
Blacker than the night.

These people:
they hurt us,
abuse us,
mistreat us,
molest us.

We were taught to trust those we know.
"Beware of people you've never met."
As if stranger danger was where the danger hid,
and not in those around us,
lurking.

Lurking,
so well, it's nearly impossible to see
these wolves hiding in the skin of sheep.
And we learn,
we learn,
safety is a fallacy,
a lie we tell ourselves so we can fall asleep.

Although our skin is crawling
from the inside out.
So you tell,
and your loved ones eyes cry tears of doubt.
You told
but nobody believes you.

You're a liar
those eyes scream at you,
but you know,
you know
what you're saying is true.

You were there.

You felt the hands that don't belong
from someone you thought could do no wrong.
Oh, and the guilt,
the guilt!
The what did I do?
I must have done something to deserve this.

No, in truth,
it wasn't our fault.
It's the monsters in the minds of
those who surround us.
Breaking us,
breaking us,
forcing us to rebuild from the ground up.

We're too young
to have hate this deep,
coursing through our veins,
causing us to bleed.