Living in northern ireland.

i close the door behind me,
its past 10 o`clock,
way past nearly dark,
ok ive done my part,
delivered the message.

i shuffle down the street,
im scared,
the prods stare,
oh god they know,
that im a catholic.

i look behind,
i cant breathe,
somethings in my sholder,
sharp,
im hit.

i swish my head to the front,
into the eyes,
of a terrified guy,
bout fifteen.
he wispers "im sorry"
and runs home.
this routine is getting boring.