
Hard Man
You are a hard man. Touch as nails. Nothing bothers you. You don't flinch when harm comes your way. You attitude is stronger than 10,000 warriors. Your fist can slam it's way through granite. No one can touch you.
But the truth hurts.
You like to make others suffer.
You're weak.
You have limits. You're small inside. You act hard but a gust of hard words will make you collapse to the ground.
Make the other person feel small.
Hard man.
You're jealous. You want everything, yet you intimidate others because you're small inside.
Scowl at the world.
You're disgusting.
Break a metal bat in your hands.
Others are smarter than you.
Swing the bat. Clench your fists.
Make others cry. Animals suffer. All because of you. A hard man.
You're a real man.
Punch them with your fist. A hard man doesn't cry.
Brag.
You're hurting now. Everyone knows who you are.
You are disgusting.
Forced into the corner you can't fight back.
The light is bright as it shines in your eyes. You drown in your own tears.
Everyone you've tormented throughout your miserable life is here to prove what a hard man you are.
But how can you defend yourself against a lifetime of abuse?
Swing your hard fist at the crowd. You hit nothing.
You are knocked against the ground. You're confused.
The first few blows hurt at first. Eventually you feel no pain. You hear nothing. Your vision is blurry.
Your body is detached from your mind.
You feel no pain, but yet you're crying.
Yes, you're a hard man.