The Run

burning aches. Tear stained shirts. Whines and whimpers on the inside. Friends cheering, crowd screaming. This is the time, this is the place. A little girl recently lost running to her daddy's arms. I'm looking to find my daddy too. Where's daddy mommy? I know though, and he doesn't care enough to love. I pump my fists, lengthen my stride. Cry and cry. He will be my fuel, my anger, my passion. My revenge. I can't punish him so instead, i punish my body. Swearing and sweating, fuming. Repeating that i will always be good enough for me.