I was only a year or two.
You said you trusted him..but if you only knew…
But you didn't know. So it's not yourself you should blame.
You were trying to protect me. You didn't want me in the rain.
He was supposed to watch me.
But he scarred me...to the third degree.
How could you do something so wrong...to just a baby?
But don't worry...there was no way you could have saved me.
How could he do that to me?
Rather..anyone for that matter.
Honestly, I don't remember all of it. But I do recall the  pills he forced me to take...
He lied. He said “They will get rid of your headache.”
As I drifted off to sleep, he began to creep.
I didn't know it, but my innocence was being stolen.
Something that I had no role in.
Finally I awoke.
Right then, my heart broke.
He yelled. “Don't say anything!”
I did my best to hold in my scream.
Not that there was really anything I could do.
His shirt he began to redo.
He said to never bring it up.
I felt as if I was stuck.
You came to take me home.
A year or so later, she was on the phone.
“May I speak to_________?” His name is not to be spoken.
Finally, I regained what he had stolen.
“He is bad!!” I screamed.
She was frightened it seemed.
I tried to explain what I could in the few words I knew.
Too this day, i'm terrified because of him. But don't worry. I don't blame you. 
I was two years old then. I'm 15 now.
For a year, I didn't make a sound.
I am scarred from what I observed.
I hope you got what you deserved.