sonnet Gloves swinging wild guns

Gloves swinging wild guns blazing ratatat
Emotions pent up loosed on some bit player
We take the turns as selfcontrol betrayer
Deal done to death on drop of cap or hat
Thats you or me the copious copycat
If you uplift then I resolve naysayer
If I uplift then you drub tit for tat
And so it goes down ladders layer by layer
Times I do overreact your eyes avert
It feels bad afterward the worst pain feigned
Yet I believe all my pretence preordained
Youre still alive albeit alert inert
When youre down I withdraw without a qualm
When Im down you withdraw entirely calm
Chorus qualm anxiety scruple