What Did I Do Wrong?

When I was really little, Mom,
There was something that needed to be said.
But I was really scared, Mom,
So I was holding it in instead.

I felt so very scared, Mom,
I didn't know what to do.
I couldn't believe what he did to me,
Could be something to be true.

I was afraid if I told you,
You wouldn't believe me too.
I was just so confused, Mom,
What was I to do?

I knew I was doing the wrong thing, Mom,
By not telling you the truth,
I didn't know it would continue,
So I thought I could make it through.

I thought it was all over, Mom,
But now I see it's all just begun.

If I decided to tell you, Mom,
All the things he'd done,
You'd have to promise me you wouldn't just turn your head
And run.

Ok, Mom, here I go,
I'll tell you everything you need to know.
Please don't start to cry, Mom,
I know I should have told you sooner,
But I was just praying he would die.

There are so many things I want to tell him, Mom,
And know it's not a lie.

Why, Mom, can he walk around free?
He should be behind bars, for all the pain he's caused me.
Why did this have to happen to me, Mom?
So much was taken away.

What did I do wrong?

© 2004 Ellen Egge