Lights Out
Little girl in the boxing ring
Throwing punches at her dad
Twenty six years later
She grew into a tough girl
Or… so she thinks
The time has come
She needs to prove herself
She marches to the ring
Full of confidence
She greets her opponent
I have my gloves on
Ready to fight
I’m swinging hard
But missing my target
Afraid to swing harder
I might tire myself
I’m scared of getting hurt
The voice inside my head shouts
Rooting for me to take a chance
I practiced hard for this
I can do it!
The more I swing
The further back I fall
Oh…for f*ck sake
Limp arms
Head down in defeat
Can’t find my rhythm
I lost the fight
Charging like a bull
My opponent sped on
Quick reflex reaction
I took my fighting stance
Oh, what the hell
I swung relentlessly
TKO
Lights out
Introvertedly Quirky 