My legs already sore,
My back completely aching,
My stomach churning more,
So I slow the laps I'm making
I hear a yell
Plus a curse
From under my breath
I have zero remorse
I'm at my breaking point
My body can't go on
But I shove myself to continue
The pains far from gone
My stomach moves with me,
So I suck it in
But I can't get enough air
And I need a trash bin
It's bad enough I can't run
Can't push myself to go
But to see the others around me
Makes me feel more slow
I realise that at this I'm worthless
And just here to disappoint
And suffer through the screams
To which make me cry every night
YOU ARE READING
The Thoughts and Poems from the Mind of a 14-Year-Old Girl
PoetryI'm just a teen dealing with life One Step After Another. So, enjoy these crappy limericks, verses, and rhymes. I hope they keep you company. One page at a time.
