What can i say?

I have grown to be a young man. Life was perfect until I was shrouded in the dark depths of a father’s actions. It was meant to reunite with a long lost happiness, But this reunion was short lived. I feared. I was isolated. I had nowhere to go. His presence was everywhere! I tried to speak out But my family was never about! His hands, those cold and dreadful hands Are implanted in my brain for the rest of my life, I can say his name; Carlos, Carlos, Carlos! I have been a secluded Teenager for years. Although I am popular, I cannot explain my ways. Tons of tiny, treatable tears have fallen down my cheeks Some say for hours; some can say for days. But what can I say? It is sad to say molestation is not something that goes away. Molestation stays; in your heart; in your brain; in your soul. But what can I say? I have overcome molestation. It is tough to write your life, But all I can say is I found my way.