Why do I have to fight,
Painfully make my point
Bruising flesh, drawing blood,
Cracking heads to prove I’m right.
Why do I have to lose;
My dignity, the ability to
Verbalise, the anger that I feel.
I impose my will; threatening
Shouting, my face a mask
Tribal headpiece, worn
For my battle dance.
Adrenalin pumps, muscles start
To fuel, from my thumping heart.
Red rage clouds my eyes,
Blocking out pain, fight or flight.
My opponent falls, injured, shocked,
By an anger so powerful
That my body is consumed,
With the impact of my exploding mood.
Oct 31, 2019
Oct 31, 2019 at 9:46 AM UTC
Why do I have to fight,
Painfully make my point
Bruising flesh, drawing blood,
Cracking heads to prove I’m right.
Why do I have to lose;
My dignity, the ability to
Verbalise, the anger that I feel.
I impose my will; threatening
Shouting, my face a mask
Tribal headpiece, worn
For my battle dance.
Adrenalin pumps, muscles start
To fuel, from my thumping heart.
Red rage clouds my eyes,
Blocking out pain, fight or flight.
My opponent falls, injured, shocked,
By an anger so powerful
That my body is consumed,
With the impact of my exploding mood.
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