Punching Bag

Everyday feel’s like I’m life’s punching bag It’s making all of its hits Precise and effective Man, getting tired of it But what can I do If I’m just the punching bag Not much I can do However, the end goal Is not to break apart No matter how hard life hits I still stay intact, mentally and physically If I could grow arms and legs I’d start sparring with life Hit it with a left hook To show it the pain it gave me But I can’t, so I stay intact and focus Not letting it’s punches wear me out I’ll stay strong and firm I’ve gotta stay strong Because one day, I’ll punch life back