Like shattered glass...

A blow to the stomach.
Just was’nt enough…

A punch to the face.
Left me feeling a disgrace.

A broken nose.
Was just totally uncalled for.

Just because I was different.
It was a weird way, of showing your opinion.

Those black eye’s.
I hide very well.

Where I would’nt tell.
Where I hide in my shell.

Each time you hit me.
I did’nt move an inch.

I just took it, like a punch bag.
Without moving a flinch.

Those slap’s to face.
Made me feel more hate.

The shouting & the screaming.
Made me run away.

That’s why I’am sensitive,
to this very day.

Like shattered glass…
Left me feeling broken.

All those year’s…
Where I never spoken.

The verbual abuse.
Was nothing but an excuse.

To lash out your anger.
On someone who was so much younger.

A child at that.
Innocent too…

And you’ve never said sorry.
‘Have you!’

Like shattered glass...

shelleybabe2

Lancs, United Kingdom

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In relation to the past, as a child. Just came to mind this morning…

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