Tired Foe

He pushed and pushed
Words and fists
Thumping his chest
Telling me he was the best

I always stayed quiet
Never letting him in
On my inner thoughts
My sacred ground

Years and years
Push
Push
Push
Waiting for me to fall
Waiting for my final crush

Most girls played with dolls
Pixie posies
I studied General Patton
How he won the war
How he never let the enemy
See him keep score

Surprise attack
Sitting straight
My unbroken back
All the pain
All the worry
He can have it all back