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.
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