Growing up with a bully
For a father,
Can twist up a young human’s guts,
No two humans respond,
The exact same way.

Some learn to be anything,
To survive the next fight.
Their brains learn,
To accept any challenge.


Chaos swarming his bones,
Rattling his growing mind.
He learned what he needed
Was total control.

Building a life,
Escaping those early days.
Building up boys,
Breaking them into men.

He gets high off the fight of becoming untouchable.
He’ll gnash his teeth on iron bars,
In search of the next fool who begs for a challenge.

Winning becomes the whole of his mind.
When he looks back,
Does he like what he sees?
Do the prizes glitter and shine how he thought they might?