Why did I get told off? He started it.
No man, it’s not fair! Little git.
It didn’t seem too bad, to look,
Not after the second right hook.
I swear to god it was his intention,
To get me in this hour detention.
He insulted my family, insulted my mother,
Like to see his face in front of my big brother.
I got my chance today at lunch,
Teach him a lesson with a punch.
Most of the school huddled, shouted “FIGHT!”
But now I begin to question if that was right.
I wasn’t even bothered really, why did I start?
Determined to get revenge after a lesson of art.
Was I a bully? I made him hurt, along with my mate
But my anger wouldn’t go as far as hate.
I regret now, violence doesn’t make it okay,
Apologize? Maybe tomorrow “sorry” I will say?
Guilty runs through me like splinters, like vines,
I know now that I definitely deserve doing these lines.