The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

You don't always hurt me
When you do, sometimes you don't realize it
Sometimes you just decide to do things that'll hurt me
That's what your mind tells you, you have to do this
If you don't do this, it'll be on the forefront of your mind
I am just the one to take the damage.
It's fine though
That's what I am
I am the punching bag
I endure and endure
I take the punches
I take the hits
I just hang there peacefully
Until you decide to come back and use me
Use me like the punching bag I am

One step at a time
One punch at a time
One round at a time
One fight at a time

And when life throws
all it has at you,
all at one time, then
every step
every punch
every round
every fight
that leaves you standing
is a win

and every time
you hit the ground
only to rise again
that is a victory
that is worthy
of the champion that you are.