Out of control!

Punched in the mouth.
Blood sneaking through the cracks between my teeth.
Knocked around. Slapped.
Kicked to the ground.
With bloodshot eyes and an anger filled fist I arose.
I stood up with all my might.
I looked him dead in the eye.
He wanted more you could see.
Picking this fight.
He picked this fight.
The one desire he had on his side.
With all my might my mouth opened.
My fist released.
Pity.Shame.Cowardess. thoughts filled my mind and surely the ones of others.
I could list the many things this person deserved.
And the suspense layed heavily on the wasted breaths of on-lookers.
This kid was looking for a fight.
But my elders taught me better.
This didn’t deserve attention however.
He didn’t deserve a word, a look, a kill.
And now the fight is inside.
Conflicts erupt within of proper methods of handling.
History showed me what to do but we have failed.
There’s the blood angered nature.
There’s the scared tired soul.
There are the words of the above.
There are the words of the surrounding.
What would you do?
You’re hit, punched, kicked and all he wants is some fight in return.
The utter jealousy is written all over him.
I walk away.
Always walk away or they get what they came for.