I used to fear the look;
The one they give before they strike;
That crazy look that says,
"welcome to a world of pain."
I used to fear the sound;
The crack of the whip,
On a collision course with my face,
Even before I felt the impact .
I used to fear the pain
From the bruises gained
The one my frail frame
Find hard to contain
But now, I fear most of all,
The anger in my belly;
Like a brewing storm,
Waiting to avenge my torment.
