When the tables turn

A sickly smile, traced in red
Hides what's underneath
The pain
The hurt
She cries

A pale fist, as hard a stone
Hits her soft skin
The pain
The hurt
She hides

A shrill scream, resounds
Ignored by those who hear
The pain
The hurt
They lie

A woman, who's had enough
Stops him in his tracks
The power
The strength
She smiles..