You look at me with a cold blank stare.
Could it be because in your heart of hearts...
You wish I wasn't here?
Unable to figure out as you scream at me...
And strike me with each mind crushing blow.
Why I won't give up and just let go?
Yet you scream the answer you seek in between each punch you throw.
"This is to teach you to be strong and to help you to grow."
So you see...
You taught me to be strong...you helped me grow.
I stood there and took each blow...
Chose to only strike back within the depths of my soul.
Should this be the wisdom imparted on a ten year old?
The answer to this...I still do not know.
Does anyone know?
