You keep hitting me.
It's because I'm so tough.
It's because I am weak and small enough.

You keep teasing me.
It's because I'm so pretty.
It's because I'm different, and you think that's ugly.

You keep touching me.
It's because I'm hot and confident.
It's because I am young, and I don't know consent.

You keep hurting me.
It's because you care so much.
It's because I care that you stare and you touch.

You keep pushing me.
It's because I'm all in your head.
It's because you might actually want me dead.

You keep grabbing me.
It's because you love my hand in yours.
It's because you like to hear me choke.

I keep fighting back.
It's because I love you so.
It's because I'm trying everything to cope.