pugilism by camo

It's hard to explain to someone who didn't go through the same thing
I wasn't abused or neglected, it was trauma but not that type of rough
It happened when I shoulda been growin up, young man lookin for love
I was searching for it but couldn't tell you what it means
Couldn't tell you what it looked like or describe it from my dreams
So I did what I heard, went and got my bell rung
But I took it too serious and these pieces of my heart weren't worth the fun
So now I treat it like a fight for my happiness, getting myself trained up
I'm starting to feel like a boxer getting in the ring
Head down, warming up until I hear the "ding ding"
When I look up I could swear it's a mirror, no, just someone else looking for the same thing