Fallout

Right then you hit me
then you hit me again
You punch and you punch
I thought you were my friend.

On my face you see smile
but my hearts in turmoil.
And yet still you persist,
and my arm meets your fist

So I try to hide the stress in me
as I kick you in the knee.
I slap a smile back on my face,
it barely masks my blind cold rage.

I confess, I'm just a boy
not holy not pure, not always full with joy.
Try not to let this world get me down,
But more often than not, I'm wearing a frown.