The me, I used to know has gone and run away.

I’m seven and should simply run and play.

“Let’s go in my room and watch tv” are the words he’d always say.

He tricked my both of my parents and now these feelings stay.

He did this and i didn’t fight,

“Does this mean that I am gay?”

Every night, for this memory to end is what I pray,

But deeply I know it won’t until my last day.

The me I used to know has gone and run away.