Bring It On

As I look down at my bloody knuckles, Crying tears of agony my eyes refused to shed, I realised how pointless it was How pointless to pretend, to believe. My hand trembles as I pen this, The flow of words, more powerful than any strike, My one solace, my get away. When I look around, I see the faces of my tormentors, Jeering at me, Accusing me of crimes unthought of. I delve deeper into my pain, My fury- my agonising drug. As I build up my walls, Look my tormentors in the eyes and say: 'bring it on!'