My Tears Were for Her

If they knew I had been sexually abused if they knew my secret they would think differently of me. I'll go through life wearing this mask that I believe is one that is acceptable. People will never know it's not the real me. Yet my life is not real. I don't know real love for others or for myself. There has to be more to life on earth. I must tell I must be real about who I am with those I love and especially myself. If I don't it will surely be the death of me. The stress the inner turmoil the need to be someone I'm not is too difficult to live with any longer. I must come clean. I must get real in order to have a real life.<br />And so I did.<br />This is my story.