238. Fight Back

Your swollen fists fall on to me like a heavy downpour of rain leaving bruises instead of puddles every week for the past few months Every time you love to try to push me back but you still have not won yet yes I'm on my knees but am not yet defeated and feel no fear What are you trying to do is there another way for you to try breaking me I suggest you hurry up and find it before I start to snap rising up in retaliation Backed up against a wall no further can I be pushed now it's my turn to strike and I will get my punch in Before I even raise my fist I look into your eyes and see you already kneeling on the inside I haven't even fought back yet but I see the tables have turned your power has evaporated I have won and you are terrified