I smile and am meek

you imagine me weak

I pretend I don’t hear

every word in my ear

Your heaping of scorn

upon me has been born

But behind my facade

I’m cold and I’m hard

measure for measure

I’ve stored your cruel treasure

and when I am ready

my hand will be steady

my aim will be true

when I’m coming for you

One day, yes, one day

I will repay