There were times in my past where I awoke in fear,
Too shocked and stunned to cry a tear.
For what awoke me was something disturbingly wrong,
That had tainted my nights for so long.
I was being abused in the night,
When I was asleep, so I could not fight.
He would strip me until I was bare,
Then he would touch me down there.
He would be crouched down by my bed,
Behind the door, by my head,
Touching me, hidden from sight,
As the rest of the house lay asleep in the night.
