Try Me

So you come again,
Beating me up like you always do.
Tell me once more,
What makes your day?

Is it the way that I fall,
Or how it has been done so?
I see no point in defense,
As you always find a way.

Come by me twice more,
I'd show you what I'm made of.
Come by me fourfold,
I don't really care.

I don't have time for your petty things,
I don't have patience for your idiocy.
So if you decide to cross me this time,
Which I think is suicide.

Try me,
And I know I will win.
Try me,
And I will beat you down.

- A poem about my father.