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Stronger.
How much aggression do you want me to spill out?
Regardless of the outcome, you make me raise my fists
though I don't punch, no I wouldn't dare to even touch you
I merely move to defend the barrage of your hurtful blows,
the assault you unleash upon the weak and defenseless
though you see these gloves and think I'm game for the fight.
Don't you see I'm just trying to be just like you?
Attempting, perhaps failing, at being just how you want me
no longer pathetic and weak, these muscles now grow
although the bruises still show, on this pale white skin
which is cold and in need to be held, even by those gloved hands
willing to take the punishment if only it means I am yours.
Hit me, go on, hit me because I know that's what you need
take all your anger out on me and maybe then I'll do the same
but not in physical ways, never, just the overflow of words
which you daren't listen to, nor are willing to try
just box me in the corner, ring the bell, and knock me down
I'll be okay, I'll stagger, but you'll never get me out
I'm stronger than you think, maybe not on the outside.
I'm stronger than your hands.
I'm stronger in my heart.
