I'M Not a Fighter I'M a Writer

First day of Highschool, A kid trips me, I get up, he pushes me back down, punches me in the face, then leaves. I could have got back up and beat him up but I'm not a fighter I'm a writer. Even when they get me so angry I'm ready to catch fire like a lighter but i don't beacuse I'm not a fighter I'm a writer. Sometimes, when I get so stressed I'm ready to give up because it feels like i have no other opption. like a mother that has no food or no money so she has to give up her only kid up for adoption. I still manage to deal with it one day at a time beacause I'm not a fighter I'm a writer. Instead of using my fists as weapons the only weapons i use is my pen and my thoughts to beat up the paper. A few years later I run into that same kid he corners me in the bathroom and starts hitting me over and over until my face turns numb then he walks away. I rush to my backback to get my pen and notebook to unleash my anger to find that its not there. I look up at that kid as he walks away and that day i became the fighter instead of the writer.