I sit in my room and await the torture.
I feel all alone in this scary place.
I sit, tears falling, from coming horror.
I stare into death when I see his face.
I feel the cold paddle on my bare rear.
My shouts are lost; my cries are vacant, gone.
My face portrays the one thing I feel, fear.
They apologize saying what’s done is done.
Now smiling faces are all I see.
I was waiting for my day to be free.