Little hits here and there
Snide comments left hanging in air
From all angles it seems familiar
Until one brave one shines truth on the matter.

I never saw these things as bad
They were part of the life I've lead
She showed me light
And now I'm scared.

If pushed to far
where am I left?
Laying hurt and bruised
With no where to go?

Bruised as week old apples in the back row
Haggard and worn until all is a blur
Left behind closed doors
Hidden under colder weather.