Every day in every way some-one feels a blow,

Delivered where another knows it isn't going to show.

Ok, there are some bruises, some say 'well I just fell'

They have to lie to others, they're too afraid to tell.

Sometimes when it is really bad they never venture out,

Behind closed doors, their secret kept, the gossip must not mount.

They stay alone and always fear the hand that strikes in temper,

And then they hear the same remorse, 'I'm sorry' but remember

The last times when those words were said after a great attack,

All the gushing comes in vain, you can't give beatings back.

Control and anger part of those who have to have their way,

And need a 'whipping boy' to vent their violence on each day.

Now if you feel someone out there is having all this horror,

Do something.......yes make it today, don't wait until tomorrow.

Received From Gideon By Topaz©