We love to Fight!!!

You call them friends and you call them foes,
Anything that agitates you, you're always on your toes.
Ego is hurt and the moods swing swirls,
Fingers come to be a fist and the colour red in the eyes is twirled

Behind each feeling, there is just one emotions,
You like being in the mud, with all the commotion.
The sole attachment is for your feeling of being hurt,
You don't know, you are the one to suffer always when you are curt.