Her Secret

I know her secret,

Her secret's is safe with me.

I know her pain, her anguish.

She wants it to stop.

His hands don’t belong on her body.

When she showers, she’s praying he has no excuse to walk in and see her developing body.

No one will ever know.

In a way, knowing that is strangely comforting.

Will her mom ever intervene?

Will he ever stop?

Father’s are suppose to be heroes to their daughter’s.

Not the one’s trying to get on top.

I know your secret.