H is for hamartia,

The fatal flaw which he possessed:

The inability to understand the inner workings of the world

He gave to me

I can’t continue as if nothing has happened

I can’t comply with society’s expectations

Of silence and fragility

A is for apoplectic,

What I feel now

But not when the time was right

Sometimes I wish I could go back

And channel every bit of rage into 

Destroying him

T is for thoughts,

Which I cannot seem to escape

There are too many to breathe 

Yet not enough to suffocate

A jail which has wrongfully imprisoned me

The cell where his carcass should lay

E is for eternal,

My hate for him will be

But what will hate do

When he's already molested me?