2nd in france

im in a big hall,
im being beaten up,
infront of hundreds of people.
who sum i know,
they all laughin at me,
i just let myself being beaten up,
i couldnt fight back,
the guy is so big and strong,
nobody's helping me,
im so weak,
so sad,
yet im not dead,
im still breathin,
but there's blood,
and pain,
and satisfaction.
coz of who im.
im being beaten up, hurt,
inside...
so...
hurt.
so frustrated.
that it feels satisfied to see myself
being beaten up and smashed hard.
because,
thats Me.