You Know Who You Are

I've been to places
Full of hatred and pain
It breaks my heart
To think if them again
Times when heartache
Was off the scale
When you took advantage
When I was weak and frail.
How many people
Can be so bad?
To someone so small
Only a young lad.
The things you did
I wouldn't ever do
But rest in peace
'cos one day
It may be you!

Post Script:

This poem is dedicated to all those sick people out there that hurt and harm those that cannot defend themselves for for one reason or another. Your times will come and I hope the pain will be ten fold! Bastards!