Belly Of The Beast

There are many points in my life where I have felt enraged, angry, or about to kill someone. So I wrote a poem.

The three of you ganged up on me that night
Entering into a fight,
that was not yours to battle
Your first slapped me across the face
hoping that would be the end
But instead I went flying into the air
and clawed you to the ground with me
As I kneeled above of you
I began to punch your face in
The anger and adrenaline rushing through my veins
I couldn't stop
All I saw was red
Your next warrior jumped on my back
I thought it was my little sister
trying to tear me off of your first
so I didn't hit you yet
But your turn was still going to come
I continued to keep hitting the first soldier
until I saw blood
Sweet, beautiful, rosy red blood dripping from your mouth
In the back of my mind I was laughing
Your final warrior jumped on my back
holding on for dear life along with the other
I feared she was hurting my sister
I jumped up, ripping their bodies off my back
Smashing their little bodies to the ground
I wanted more
I could taste the fear and hate in my mouth
Ready to attack again, I went to pounce
But someone grabbed me
Took me in their arms to stop me from killing
He held me tight so I couldn't get out of his grip
but I proceeded to kick and punch
I was able to get one more good kick at the girls stomach
and grip of anothers hair
there was no way in hell i would let go
I kept pulling, yearning to rip her hair out
but the guys yelled at me to let go
unsure of what was happening
I listened and did what they told

I was put on the side walk away from them all
Needed to continue
Needed to fight
Needed to kill
So to unleash the beast in me I went to this metal truck
I repeativly bashed my fists into it
I felt no pain, my body was numb
I stood alone
still wanting to kill
but I was calm
The numb went away
and my body filled in pain
Blood dripped from my knees and arm
Must have been from the ground
But as I stood alone
I stood as a winner
I was the winning warrior

That poem was the events that took place in a fight. Three girls decided it was their day to fight me. It resulted in a lost for them, a gain for me. I am one psychotic bitch when I fight.