I Never Must Tell

I felt those strange fingers moving over me, but I knew I never must tell. I felt sick in my stomach as they moved further down, but still, I knew I never must tell. I felt his lips on mine, feeling sick to my stomach, I knew I never must tell.

A deep voice was screaming as I felt every pain, but I knew I never must tell. There were visible bruises people were asking about, but I knew I never must tell. The pain was unbearable but still, I never must tell.

Noone was stupid, all my friends knew, though I knew I never must tell. I was shaking and crying, my head in my hands, but still I never must tell. I fell down the stairs, I banged my head, excuses because I never must tell.

I scrubbed and I scrubbed, trapped with shame and guilt, because I knew I never must tell. The knife became my weapon and best friend as I cut, but still I knew I never must tell.

Finally the day came, and I looked in the mirror, the girl staring back at me said 'Carol, you must tell!' I didn't recognize that girl, and I asked 'who am I?' I cried because I never must tell. Then one day I looked right back at her, and as I fell apart, my story I bravely did tell