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Evil people,
Who seem so kind,
Seem like they are far from lies.

But you see, 
This is what's tricky,
Hard to relize, 
So don't be blind.

I once was blind,
I couldn't see past his lies,
A man I once trusted,
A man I once believed,
A man I once put my faith in,
Hurt me.

A man I thought had no evil.

A preacher never less, a man I thought was blessed,
Who kept me going, and didn't let me give up and rest.

The day I met him, I was just supporting a friend.
A christmas play at the church.
My day was at its worst.
I thought about dying that day, running away,
and letting the misery bleed away.
After the play I was introduced to you,
I asked to talk to you.

You pulled me away, and asked what was wrong?
I told you everything that happened, about the abuse I came from,
About the pain inside, and how I didn't know what to do.

You talked with me,
Prayed with me,
And said, your now family.

That night,
You were the reason I stayed.
Why I still live today.

I haven't been back to your church in a few years,
We have talked since then.

This summer,
Your evil showed its face.
Showed its face to me,
Sadly, it ruined my faith in you.

I called you for advice, for guidance,
For help, and silence.

My heart and mind were full of pain,
I need a way to escape.

I told you everything,
And it poured out like rain.

 Parents mit Diverse, moms gone, bank scam, money loss,
Bills over due, nothing I can do,  taking care of the house, cleaning, 
Cooking, too. Trying to stay strong, mad all along, tired of being miss used,
I can't stand my dads mental abuse, trying to support my brother, and do everything my mom did, cause dad can't do it. I got forced into it. About ex boyfriends, and my current one , school, and extra cirlcumlum. 

You listened and talked,
Giving me advice.
Then saying how beautifull, and pretty I am.
I thought nothing of it, ignoring it.
You started saying, how if you were my ex boyfriend,
You would have never left.
 That if I ever needed someone,
That you were there for me.
That you would hold my hand, and walk beside me.

I didn't respond,
Nothing but nervous giggles,
Full of fear, not wanting to mistake this,
For something that wasn't you.

I thought it would end,
But it kept on.

You said how sexy I was, and could be,
That you could wait to see me.
When was I coming back to the church?
I told him I didn't know, and said I had to go.

He said he was going to text me, I said ok.
I had to get away, from akwardness.

Call ended,  texts started.
The messages said things like sexy, pretty,
Send a picture to me.

I didn't know what to do,
Was scared. I sent one of my face only.

He asked for one of me,
In a bikini.
I told him no.
He said please?
I said I didn't own any,
I had to lie, cause it was getting scary.

He said geez, well find something like it for me?
I said I had to go, thanked him for listening,
He said no problem,
Anytime I needed anything,
He would be there for me.

We stopped texting,
I haven't talked to him since.

A man I thought had no evil,
I man I believed was good,
A man I trusted,
Was a man, I shouldn't.

He didn't look at the other girls this way,
They werent like me.
I was new, and freshly abused,
Weakened, and sore.

He looked at me, like a
Innocent to be whore. 

I dressed differently,
Jeans and a cute shirt, heels,
Make up, I dyed my hair,
Most girls there didn't like me.
I was new. Someone they didn't know,
Or like hanging around for the show.

I can't believe,
His evil picked me,
Or that it even showed its face at all.

I thought preachers were supposed to be good.

I was wrong, evil doesn't care.
Your still full of lies!!!