I am a runner.
People tell me that I am no good,
That I need to try harder and run through the pain.
Those people boast of their abilities and skills.
That they can endure the pain
That they can run oh so fast.
But they couldn't be more wrong.
They wouldn't be able to endure an ounce of my pain.
They wouldn't be able to out run the pain that I do.
They say they are the best at what they do.
Others tell me that I could learn a thing from them.
They say that they've mastered the art of running.
But they haven't come close.
They have never run to escape the pain
the heart-brake and sorrow.
They have not run like I have.
But still they boast of their abilities and skills.
They say they live to run.
I run to live.
written by me. 100% mine. Ironically I thought of this during a run I went on one day.