I have never given you a name
For I know, when I do
It won't ever be the same
It's not just a name that accompanies you
It would make it real
All the things you made me feel
The humiliation, the abuse
All the tools of torment you used
I'd be just another victim
Another pawn to your game
It would mean I can't ever be the same
That salvation never came
I never gave you a name
The placement words dropped like rain
I couldn't breath out the word
I knew how much it would hurt
I knew if I did, you'd win
I'd be another victim
Of your little game
I never used your name
I never could
I knew I never should
Everyone would know
And I'd have nowhere to go
They'd know what you did
They'd know of my weakness
They'd know the sickness
They couldn't know your name
I wrote you a letter one day
But I didn't know what to say
I couldn't use your name
So it got lost in the rain
Sometimes I beg my mind to speak
Show them I am not weak
Utter your name in such a way
No matter what the others would say
Then they'd see the fraud, the monster binding beneath
But the thought only gave me grief
And I knew I couldn't use your name
Or I would no longer be sane
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