Pandora’s box

She buried the pain,
And built walls so decorated there unrecognizable,
Threw the little girl who never had a voice inside,
Now she is a woman and Suddenly she's talking no longer drowning her voice,
There's nothing you can do to stop her now,
Your worried she is about to crumble the fantasized world you created,
These words should have been said years ago,
These conversations have been buried deep in her soul,
It’s finally time to open Pandora’s box,
All these years of hanging on to lies is getting old,
Every now and then she lets herself go numb,
Reliving all those nights your unwelcome hands and mouth touched her body,
The child who knew she would destroy so many lives if she ever spoke up,

Speaking up would destroy you mother, Your husband is a predator, Children’s innocence was his prey,
A child who grabbed a knife and cut herself to mask the pain,
So excuse the mess, this is the best way to speak of these haunting memories,
All these years, all the secrets no one knows
It’s finally time to let the truth be known,

Your Husband is a pedophile!