Reminiscing 1 (sex)

A glimpse into my life, insecurities I will expose.
Better to get it off my chest than allow myself to explode.
A childhood that was not so nice and pleasant.
Here we go I just may regret this.

When I was only six maybe seven years old.
The muppets music played, stay quiet I was told.
A victim to a family member someone I loved.
Even to this day my family expects me to hug.
I knew it was wrong, but maybe it was right.
I had no idea until I finally opened up that night.

At first I was not believed, just a running imagination.
Telling the truth and not believed, caused frustration.
Once the truth was exposed I was hated, I was the bad one.
Every night in the stuffed animal kingdom I wanted to run.

As life went on I felt insecure, it’s like sex was the enemy.
All my teen friends poking and making fun of me.
Then I met her. The one that was a supposed virgin too.
Finally ready taking that step fumbling on what to do.
Just lay back and relax, we will take it nice and slow.
All too familiar words reminded me of that place to escape.
That night, my virginity was stolen and lost to rape.