Punching BagA Poem by Meredith GraysonA poem about the struggle of being verbally abused.I'm standing in the ring Another round I lost No bruises on my face But the pain is the real cost No training was needed No belt for the winner Just her words that left a mark Revenge became her dinner
You yell at me for nothing I can't take it anymore One day I'll pack my bags And walk right out the door It's like I am your punching bag, To let the anger out All I hear is you taunting me I hear every scream and shout
No one should have to live like this Neither you or me May I ask if one day You'll just set me free? I need to leave your prison A place I never want to live It's now time for round two I have all my life to give
You yell at me for nothing I can't take it anymore One day I'll pack my bags And walk right out the door It's like I am your punching bag, To let the anger out All I hear is you taunting me I hear every scream and shout
Every cruel word you say Equals another punch You knock me down and then it hurts It really hurts a bunch But nothing will stop me From giving up on life I get back up, I'm on my feet To finish this bloody fight
So you can punch me with your cursing And tell me I'm not good enough But I don't care what you do I know that life is rough You can throw me on the walls And throw me out the ring But I'll get up and fight harder Harder than anything
Now I am the champion A belt and medal in hand I proved your cruel words wrong And now I understand When you're a punching bag Someone else's anger is let out Well now here's my anger As I scream and shout Now you're the punching bag Now you can feel my pain Alright, I see how you want to end this You wanna go again...
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Added on December 16, 2013Last Updated on December 16, 2013 |