Around every corner, they lurk
They jab their fingers in my sides
"I knew it was you, I knew it was you"
"You're an idiot"
"I'm ashamed of you"
"You will never be that clever"
My bruises have bruises
And my cuts have been cut
They lurk around every corner
Inside every rut
"You're stupid"
"Too young"
and
"You haven't much sense"
Though it will be forgotten
Less than a year hence