You punch.
I wince, howling in pain.
I wonder, doing that, what did you gain?

You curse.
I grimace at how spiteful it is.
I wonder, did I do anything amiss?

You mock.
I cry. I sob. I bawl.
I wonder, do you have any peace in your soul?

You're hurt.
I run to help you. I listen. I care.
Even though, ironically, it isn't fair.