Fault

It's not love if they try to pull away, and it's not a game if you have to make them play.

Adults call it evil, some doctors just say they're ill. Sometimes they look for help, but most never will.

Everyone has a title, simple terms to put on tv. It's always on the news for all the world to see.

But who's ever asked a child, have you heard what they say? Is there a simple term for being touched that way?

Could you look them in the eye, and ask if they understand? Do they even realize they pull away from your hand?

You can say it's not their fault, and think it's enough. Then turn away and just say life is rough.

But they can't turn away, and they still carry the blame. They try to hide in themselves from the guilt and shame.

The lines will always be blurred, just how love should feel. It's more than just innocence that those people steal.

So you can try to understand, but don't try to explain. Try to earn their trust, not trivialize their pain.

And call it whatever you like, doesn't matter what words are spoken. Ask a child and they'll know, they just feel broken.

It's not love if they try to pull away, and it's not a game if you have to make them play.

**A special poem for all the children who have ever been told it's not their fault**