You think my life is perfect?
I dare you to read my pillow case,
You'll see the tear stains on the front,
And the imprints of fists on the back.
All the time.
Never in my life,
Have I stopped lying.
I’ll laugh all day,
Just to make it unnoticeable,
And you fall for it.
Naive, naive, naive.
” Goodbye”, the world dead-pans.
I’ll roll my eyes all I want.
I’m soon taking a better road,
To let it all out.
A road of leather, rubber, sweat, and tape.
A road of grunting, bruising, silence, and pure hate.
A road of release, regret, torment,
That’s what the road of boxing,
Does to you.
And in case you didn’t know,