Angsty

You called me weak,I might be,

You called me names,I took them,

I stood up to you,You pushed me down,

My body feels hot,My knuckles turn white,

I closed my eyes, When I opened them you laid on the floor,

Broken,Bleeding,

You got up and swing at me,

I swing back harder than ever before,

As you fall I see tears of blood,

I still feel rage,I still feel hate,

Everyone stared as they pull me away,

Still swinging,Covered in blood that is not mine,

You called me weak,

But my hate for you made me strong.