The beaten man gets up.
The man doesn't need to try and win.
He wants what's his.
Hope.
Dignity.
Spirit.
Happiness.
He stands there dripping wet.
Adrenaline pumping out of your skin.
You want what's yours too.
Take it.
You won't always get your way, of course not.
If you try at least, even a little push.
It Will do you good in the mind.
Why?
Because you accomplished something.
You didn't win.
You didn't pout.
You're tough inside.
Doesn't matter whether you get made fun of.
You know you're better.
You don't need any more, Hope, Dignity, Spirit, or Happiness.
You put in so much effort.
You have love, friends, confidence, and mostly respect from and for everyone.
You already won.