I have the sudden urge to hurt someone.
Not just anyone; Oh no.
This person has a specific name,
     with a specific face,
          and only one identity.
I don't mean physically hurt either.
I couldn't ever hit someone;
     unless they hurt me first.
The hurt I mean is verbally.
You see...a bruse heals,
     or even a fat lip.
May take a few weeks and be an eye sore...
          ...but it heals.
Words stay with you and have a thousand meanings.
This specific person...well,
To put it as "is putting me through hell" is saying it lightly.
My turn will come soon...I can wait.
     Pacience is a virtue.
And I promise, each word will be like a dagger.
You'll wish I punched you,
     got it over nice and quick.
I warn you now,
     You messed with the wrong girl.