Steped Into The Ring

Look, yeah look here

Look at this monster of myself I've created

I walk into the ring with sweat dripping down my face

Mouth gard rubbing into my gums

Foot protectors stuck to my foot from kicking

Chest protector with foot prints on it

The judge says go and I move

Spinning, kicking till I can't move

Insides hurt from clashing

But I can't feel it

It's like it's become part of me

I shout and scream as loud as I can

My eyes focus on my target

Ears block out people all around me

Look at this monster of myself I've created

Who will dare question me and my motives?

People say I'm a sweet, quiet, little girl

They don't know squat about me

I've been here and there

Seen this and that

Done this and that and found the cure to growin' lazy

I get kicked in the face and I try to hide the rage

It feels like my skulls being squished onto my brain so I can't concetrate

I wanna kick back but I must use self control

I must not get eliminated now or I loose it all

I loose my motive and that one thing I haven't quite

I'm in the stance I've practiced so many times

Hands up feet apart

Eyes and mind focus

Heart racing to the beat of the sound of shouts

I've got a headache from the pressure around me

The air so full of heat and attention

I can't stand it

It gets to me like you wouldn't know

Distracting my focus from my main goal

Clogging my head with equations from earliers science test

I'm in the stance I've known for so long

Done for so long and need to change

People know me to well

My routine's turning famous and well used

I've got the idea, got the brains to change it

Next match I've got it down

I'll switch sides

Maybe switch punches or kicks

I don't know

But I know I'll do something

All this running through my mind

This is one simple sparring match

Why does it have to be so complicated?

I can't spar those I know

Wrong gender and wrong belt

The judge blows the whistle

And we go to our respectable places

I'm white, she's red

The platinum blonde she is in the red

How ironic

Five to four, who won, who lost?

I don't know.

I can't hear

The crowds too loud

My head's to racked

The plastic sticking to my ears

I recieve the handshake and given my next victim's name

Time to start the process over again...