Broken Innocence

I used to think I was robbed

that my innocence was stolen

lying awake at night terrified to close one eye

terrified of my burglar

eyes wide open caused by racing thoughts

the fast paced words

banging against my head

as I toss and turn in my bed

a thought comes and goes

this thought, if true

will make me feel very blue

I make my way towards the mirror

and what do I see?

the burglar is me

for my eyes show no light

my skin is pale with guilt

I am the bump that frightens me at night

as I realize I am broken

and the demolition was caused by me

not him or her

but me, the animal I see.