Pushed

Pushed and I step back to recoup,
just give me a second to reel your body into a loop.
Blood staining my chin dazed from one hit,
but as I turn my face, you shall feel my spit.
In disgust you try to yell insults where I stand,
but before long, you feel my fist land.
My knuckles tearing into flesh that was once there,
and my anger drawing forth, unwilling to care.
A rage that has brought this down upon you,
has told me what awful damage I am to do.
Within seconds I am on your body, tearing everything in sight,
only to be fueled by hurt and rage, to end this fight.
Arms stem at side-to-side hoping to block the on slot for cuff to fist,
but with each connection of my hands, the pain you will not resist.
Tears fall to your ears as the fists hit the mark of your cheeks and face,
you try to guard so well, but my anger is set on every place.
My body tense in anger subsides, as exhaustion hits every muscle I can feel.
I slow down, breathing fast and stopping my final blow for the kill.
My eyes are wide open, and the inner monsters rage is all let for us to see,
for I asked you once, to please let me be.
You had to see for yourself, what my pain and frustration could do,
now look what has happen to the bully that is you?