Newton's Third Law

If they want to hit something, it might as well hit a vital spot,
for bruises can heal, however most of my organs can not.
Maybe I've pushed a little to hard; if only Newtons third law would take place.
Perhaps I can live off of one lung, or without a liver, no one seems to aim straight for the heart.
The throat is another sure shot to success, but yet I'm still recuperating from these flawed bruises.
They will have to first get through my flesh; but even calluses are easy to get by sometimes.
Why must it be always a scraped knee, this childish wound always seemed to be brushed away, treat me like an adult already.
I can't make their decisions, but I sure know what they're capable of; every day they're falling short of these expectations.
Would it be easier, if I was stripped of my armor, the things they call every day clothes?
I can't get an equal reaction, perhaps I shouldn't even try; for I could be the culprit, and they could be the innocence.
Perhaps, I'm only wishing for nothing; for most attempts was just a weak case of broken skin.