I may...
  cry,
   bleed,
    puke,
     my legs give out,
      collapse from exhustion,
       fall to the ground with no breath left...

I may...
  scream,
   shout,
    tug my hair out,
     bite my lips,
      explode with rage...

I may even want to give up...

And while I do these things, you sit, and watch me, laughing to yourself, thinking that all this is for nothing, because you are undefetable...

                            But when the time comes, and I beat you, you'll sit and wonder why,
                     awe struck...

It's because, through all the
   tears, blood, throw up, exhustion, lack of oxygen, rage, anger, torn lips, and clumps of hair, I never stopped trying, and I never gave up... and all you did, was sit...

And watch me run.