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You robbed me of it, don't you know?

You took it all away.

For I was just a child

when

you plundered me that day.



A secret kept, an untold, untold,

a part played for the crowd.

How could they know,

my family?

I hid below a cloud.



This is a " special" kind of love,

the kind that mothers dread.

All these years, still kept alive.

Guilt(?) swims about my head.



I wonder if you think about

the ugliness you've made.

When you make love to your wife

does that same cloud form over you head?



When you kiss your son goodnight

and keep up the facade,

do memories creep in your head

as you are caught off guard?



I know you have a problem now.

You try to block it out.

But when the hangover kicks in,

I bet them voices shout.



You really do not know me now

although you kid yourself.

YOU really should NOW set it free

don't leave it on the shelf.



Control is such a bitter thing,

it tears you up inside.

You don't still have it over me

and I no longer hide.