Those angry eyes stare back

Cold, pale and blue

They care not for who they attack

It matters not that their child was true

Tears pour down

In horror and panic

Eyes red as a nose on a clown

My ears filled with static

Help me I cried

There is work waiting for you inside

Pulling my hair and pinching my skin

I thought that with that I just might cause sin

But it mattered not the tears I shed

To him, it is not as if I bled

I learned rather quickly

That I best not stick my head above the dirt

Because thanks to that man

I know what it is to be hurt