A fight between myself and I
Would leave no one to win.
But still I defy my mind
And punch myself in the chin.
I yell and shout in pain
And fall onto the floor.
Then still I continue on
And slam my hand in the door.
I look at my cuts and dings
And wonder why they're there.
Then I grip and pull up hard on
My pair of ducky underwear.
Wedgies never hurt as bad
When they come from your own hand.
So then I go and shoot myself
With a brand new rubber band.
The sting, the burn, the pain.
I shout that which I will not name.
I think I've finally had enough
Of this retched, retched game.
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