Sickness

Or turn your head from

It's that sickening feeling in your stomach

Before your heart starts to race

And the air is sucked from your lungs

It's the stupid thoughts that race through your head

When you hear a noise

The end of gun that's pointed at your chest

And you know at any minute there'll be a softball sized hole in you

That psychotic kid shaking with a bullet in the chamber, the safety off

And his finger trembling on the trigger

I'll never be the same

The pain, the humiliation is something that will haunt me

The rest of my life

Just remembering the people in the drive-thru and on the road

Who witnessed my abuse and did nothing

I always think maybe if someone had called

I could have escaped over a year of beatings

Sexual molestation by a psychotic freak who still roams today

Just looking for his next victim