Here is a poem that states some of my story. I guess it is time to start getting it out and stop protecting them for what they did to me.

Today is my Birthday.
No ice cream or cake!
The smile I wear is forced and fake!
Dont want a birthday this year.
Eight years old
On this sad day.
Full of fear.
Outside in the yard sounds of laughter and play.
Why is everyone so happy on this hated day?
Inside the house, all alone
I only came in to answer the phone!
Too late to hide!
He stumbles and finds his way inside
Locking the door,
He throws me to the floor
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG GIRL
I have got something I want you to see.
Oh dear God please let me get free!
Closing my eyes this I pray
Please dont hurt me this way!
With his hand over my mouth,
Unable to SHOUT.
Why are you touching me this way?
Didnt anyone tell you its my
Birthday today?