You stand in fear,
As they point and jeer,
They spit and they kick,
And then they cheer,
There’s no way out,
You can only stand,
There are cuts and bruises,
All up your hand.
What can you do?
You just take the pain,
It runs through you,
Again and again,
Your saving grace,
Is when you fall down,
Your only hope,
Is when you’re on the ground,
When you stand,
You’re a target,
I’m just glad,
I am past it,
So much anger,
For the past,
At least it’s over,
All done at last