Thoughtful Rhymes

Try Me

You pushed me down, 
And that was your mistake,
My cuts are dried and brown,
And now I won't shake.

I won't shake from fear,
Or run away with regret,
I don't care who has more gear,
Or if someone made a bet.

You pushed me over the edge,
And watched me fall,
Now I'll put you on the tightrope thin ledge,
And I'll wait for you to call.

You put yourself there,
It was bound to happen,
Now you can meet my merciless stare,
While you're stuck behind the same yapon.

I got through it,
Because I wouldn't let you win,
My body and tongue was slit,
Because you went to the sin.

You went and hurt me,
And you did a damn good job,
But you didn't see,
The fact that I wouldn't give up make my heart throb.

You want to fuck with me,
After what you've done?
You just won't let me be,
So I'll make it fun.

You'll see the look in my eyes,
As you try to take me on,
They're everything you despise,
But I don't care because those feelings are gone. 

You fucked me up already,
And made me feel like shit,
But my feet are more steady,
And they'll help me get a good hit.

People alway think they won,
After they've made a person fall,
But I can't fail from one shot from your gun,
And I sure as hell won't call.

I'm going to get you back,
For hurting me this way,
You've always been a useless sack,
So I don't know why you choose to stay.

When you try to fight me again,
When you try to keep me in that pitiful hole,
I'll make sure your ego is slain,
And that I'll get back the pride you stole.

I'm going to make you fucking break,
And wish you were never fucking born,
I was always a proud backstabbing snake,
So I'll make sure your appearance is torn.

You said I was a sly snake,
So why not use your insult as a power,
I'll show others that you were an idiot fake,
And make myself the final boss in the tower.

You wanted to break me,
And put me through hell,
But confidence is key,
And that made everything go rather well.

You came to me,
After the fight made me broken,
Now I'm a bloody devotee,
Getting ready for each match that's stroken. 

You have no clue,
How ready I am,
To cook you in a stew,
And show others your dirty scam.

Try me you fool,
I'm already proved myself once,
You're not awesome or cool,
You're more close to a dunce.

I don't know why this came to mind, but I guess I was just really angry this day. I have a short poem coming up, though, which is more confusing. I want to see if anyone can find out what it's about. I'll publish it once I have the strength to find it in my notes again. I hope you enjoyed this poem. Bye Bye!