Talking about trauma through poetry (TW sexual abuse)

So talking about my trauma and accepting it really helps me cope and process it. I thought I'd post a poem I wrote on here. Feel free to share your poetry here as well ❤️‍🩹

TW: Sexual abuse, child sexual abuse

Young and naive they called me,

Little miss gullible in the yearbook,

Yet they did not know what I know,

What it was like when I was just a 5 year old,

Who did not want to play the games

That she was forced to. 

Small soft hands, made to do hard adult things. 

They did not know the pain I carried

And still do

They did not know that just a gentle touch

Could make me flinch

If they knew, if only they knew

They would not call me naive. 

Would they call me strong? Or would they call me broken? By the things that I knew. 

Young and naive they called me,

I wish I were...