My Poem

You’re probably gonna beat me

Yea right I’m thinking

Why, why do we have to have athletics

I see people ahead of me, I look to the side and I see people putting water on their faces, wait what

While I am way behind

[Why can’t I be good at athletics?]

I hear people cheering for others I hear MY name occasionally

I feel exhausted, breathless, like I have just had the life suked out of me

OFFICIALLY THE WORST DAY EVER!

Ugh! Is it over yet?