Confessions of a Young Idiot

It is ripping apart my innocence

It is tearing at my flesh asking to enter

It is howling at the moon in pain

It is the death sentence I dare not speak

It is the scream I feel rising in my chest

It is the hand gripping my throat too tightly

It is the hushing sound I hear when I try to scream

It is the pinch I feel in-between my legs

It is the face I see too close to mine

It is the darkness I see as I close my eyes hoping it will end