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.