My mind forgets

But my body remembers
The way every failure was punctuated
With the grim and repetitive sound
Of whack whack whack
And you begin to realize
Why scared children
Become anxious adults
And anxious adults
Become scared parents
Raising children that they worry
Will also recoil from mistakes
For the rest of their life tensing after
Any color drifted outside the lines
Waiting for the whack