Hit me with your best shot;
I’m in no way afraid of you.
I don’t feel threatened,
by your catty, lying ways.
You’re not fooling me,
nope,
sorry ,
not today.
So go ahead,
Hit me.
Slap me.
Even torture my soul.
Threaten me.
Beat me.
Fire away.
Look me in the eye,
And hit me with your best shot.
Look me in the eye,
Tell me you hate me,
Tell me all these things.
But look…
you see I’m not wincing,
I’m not afraid.
I refuse, to stoop to your level,
and be just like you.
So leave.
You’re just creating drama,
and hurtful fighting.
I’ll end this now,
this unwanted friendship.
This shall now and forever be,
Our last good-bye.

 
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