No tears

Again and again,
the belt comes down,
i lay on the floor,
like a dirt mound.

then came the hooks,
two lefts and a right,
i don't shed a tear,
until the night.

my dad will know,
I'm wimping out,
if i cry in front of him,
like a water spout.

he'll beat me even more,
if i cry like that,
and then I'll have to,
sleep on the back door mat.

i don't know why,
he hurts me so,
i just can't wait,
until the final blow...